Your Love Is But a Dream

"I'm not here to negotiate. I'm here to inform you." Katrina's voice was

unwavering, and her expression was resolute. "Carlisle, this marriage is over. I am leaving."

She met his gaze head-on without hesitation in her stance. "Think carefully. If you refuse to sign the divorce papers, I'll take this to court."

Carlisle stared at her, stunned.

She looked like a stranger to him. He had thought if he lowered his pride and softened his tone, she would at least hesitate, maybe even reconsider.

But she hadn't. She still insisted on divorcing him. She was even willing to threaten him with legal action just to force his hand.

Did she not understand what kind of impact a public divorce would have on the company?

His gaze darkened, the last remnants of warmth in his eyes fading away. His lips curled into a cold smile. Without another word, he reached for the drawer beneath his desk, fingers moving toward something he had kept hidden at the bottom.

But before he could retrieve it, the office door suddenly swung open.

Annoyed, he assumed it was Natty barging in without permission. Without even looking up, he snapped, "Do you not know how to knock? Get out!"

Silence.

felt off. There was no hurried apology and no footsteps retreating. Sensing something amiss, Carlisle

with grievance, drifted through the room,

delicate tremor in that voice made his

gaze darted to the doorway, and the moment he saw Shirley standing there, a flicker of surprise

her unexpected appearance

again when he noticed the redness around her eyes and the

you doing here?" His voice lost its edge as he tried to explain. "I didn't know it was

the sense of unease gnawing at her had only grown stronger. No matter what, she had to find a way to bring

you leave this morning without eating. You easily get

stomach, and I was

feel unwell, so

softly, lifting the insulated food container for him to

a fleeting glance in Katrina's direction. "I didn't realize Katrina was here.

like that, subtle yet laced with provocation,

She might have felt a twinge of

even be bothered. She wasn't fighting for Carlisle anymore. Why should she care about