I used to convince myself that whatever was going on between them was nothing more than family affection. Even when it was killing me inside, I swallowed my bitterness.
But at this moment, I could no longer lie to myself.
I stared at their photo for a long time until my heart felt empty.
So the truth was, Tucker wasn’t actually cold by nature. He wasn’t incapable of love, either.
That asshole just never meant to love me like that.
Well then, I’m letting him go.
Speaking of the devil, a car horn blared outside the café. He had come to pick me up.
Inside the car, his voice was as detached as always.
“Have you handled the contract you asked me to sign last time? Why haven’t I heard any updates back?”
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Verity’s POV
I looked at Tucker’s face—that very face that had made my heart flutter countless times and let me down just as many. And all of a sudden, I really wanted to tell him something.
What he’d casually signed back then wasn’t some business contract at all.
It was a divorce agreement.
“That was—”
Suddenly, a ringtone cut me in.
I was just about to speak when Tucker’s phone rang first.
The moment that special ringtone sounded, I already knew who it was.
As soon as he picked up, Kelsey’s soft voice drifted into the car.
“Tucker… my stomach hurts again.”
“I don’t want to eat Delia’s cooking. She only makes dishes that my sister likes… Could you make something for me yourself?”
I saw it clearly—Tucker’s expression softened instantly, even his voice turning gentler.
“If your stomach hurts, don’t force yourself to eat things you don’t like.”
“I’ll go buy groceries now and cook something good for you. Okay? Be good and wait at home.”
After hanging up, he finally seemed to remember that I was still sitting in the passenger seat.
He turned to me, his tone settling back into calm neutrality.
“Honey, just take a cab back to your place later. I need to go buy some groceries.”
It felt like a huge hand clenched tightly around my heart, squeezing the air right out of me.
All the things I wanted to say jammed in my throat and, in the end, turned into a weak, bitter smile.
I stared at Tucker for a long time, genuinely shocked that a man who’d never lifted a finger at home actually knew how to cook.
He must’ve sensed something because he reached over and rubbed my head, explaining.