The Man She Wouldn’t Touch Is Never Coming Back Chapter 08

She visibly froze.

Eight years, and this was the first time she had ever seen Kian cry.

Her lips parted, as if she wanted to say something.

But at that moment, her phone rang.

“Silas? I left the bracelet at your place?… Okay. I’ll come get it now.”

She ended the call and glanced at Kian, her expression tangled. “I misunderstood you.”

“About your pendant,” she paused, “I’ll have someone repair it.”

With that, she turned and left, not sparing a single glance at the broken jade fragments on the floor.

Kian stayed kneeling, cupping the shattered remains of his grandmother’s gift in his palms. Large tears splashed onto the broken stone.

Even now, she could not bring herself to offer a genuine apology.

Did she believe that because he loved her so fiercely, he would forgive every wrong she committed?

He had loved her through her pathological aversion to contact, when she would not let him touch her.

He had loved her through the quiet neglect, when she pushed him aside for Silas Moore.

Now she had destroyed his grandmother’s heirloom for something tied to Silas, and she assumed he would love her still, just as he always had.

She thought no words needed to be said.

But this time, she was utterly wrong.

Iris did not return to Voss Estate for the next few days.

Kian no longer waited for her. He packed his belongings alone.

Days slipped by, and soon it was the day before their divorce would be finalized.

Kian had booked his flight to leave, when his phone alerted him to a new friend request sent by Silas Moore.

[Mr. Voss, may we talk?]

He stared at the message for a long while, then typed a single reply: [Yes.]

Inside The Oak Nook Café, Silas sat by the window. He was dressed with refined care, every small gesture steeped in quiet elegance.

Kian sat down across from him, his features calm.

Silas lifted his gaze, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. “Mr. Voss, I’m sorry to reach out out of the blue.”

“What do you want?” Kian asked flatly.

Silas stirred his coffee slowly, his tone soft and regretful. “I only recently learned that you and Iris… are married.”