Separated Rooms for Three Years, He Panicked After I Moved Out Chapter 33

Separated Rooms for Three Years, He Panicked After I Moved Out Chapter 33

He chose a quiet sushi restaurant nearby.

The lights inside were warm and low. We were seated in a small, private booth at the back, just the two of us.

He sat across from me, his gaze never leaving my face.

“You’ve lost weight,” he said.

“I haven’t.”

“You have. Your face used to be softer. Now your chin is sharp.”

“That has nothing to do with you.”

He paused, then nodded.

“Right. It has nothing to do with me.”

After the food arrived, he pushed several dishes toward me—the ones I used to like.

Tuna, sweet shrimp, grilled eel, and a bowl of miso soup.

“You eat first. Don’t worry about me.”

I set down the spoon in my hand and looked at him.

“Briar, just say what you want to say.”

His movements stilled. He slowly withdrew his hand.

“Marceline, there’s something I have to tell you.”

“What?”

“Chloe and I are divorced.”

I froze.

“The paperwork is done,” he said calmly. “We finalized it last week.”

“Why?”