“Since I said yes to marrying you, I’m not going to change my mind,” Lance said, his voice steady and careful. “But a wedding isn’t the only thing on my mind. We have to think about what comes after, and our families deserve answers.”
Adelina sat across from him, barely able to keep still. Every second felt sharp and uncomfortable.
She understood exactly what he was getting at, but she chose to play dumb. “I know I’m not good enough for you…”
“If you really believe that, then work with me on this. I set up an appointment with a doctor. You’re going tomorrow.” Lance took out a business card and slid it across the table to her.
Adelina looked up, startled. “Don’t you trust Dr. Harrell?”
“I do. But there’s always someone out there who might know more.” Lance’s eyes were dark and hard to read. He’d already noticed that Harrell had brought up the idea of seeing other doctors more than once.
His words left no room to argue, just like when he told her they were getting married. She’d had no say then, either.
She bit down on her lip and, after a long pause, asked softly, “Lance, you still haven’t answered me. Do you… regret divorcing Catherine?”
“I’m just being practical. This isn’t about Catherine,” Lance replied, dodging the question.
“You’re avoiding it,” Adelina said, her voice rising. “If it wasn’t for her, things between us wouldn’t be this bad. We used to be different!”
No matter how much or little he cared about her, at least before, he’d try to make her happy. He used to spend time with her. But now, as they moved from engagement to marriage, it felt like he kept pulling away. She wasn’t allowed to stop by his office anymore, and it had been ages since they’d even eaten together. Calls and messages were nonexistent.
“We ended up like this because of both of us, not because of Catherine,” Lance said, sounding calm and clear. “You know what you’ve done better than I do.”
The words caught in Adelina’s throat.
“I have a meeting,” Lance said, standing up. He straightened his tie and jacket, then walked out of the office, leaving the business card quietly on the desk in front of her. He didn’t remind her again about tomorrow, but she knew she couldn’t get out of it this time.
Still, she wondered, how was she supposed to go?

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