The Man She Wouldn’t Touch Is Never Coming Back Chapter 09

Kian tugged at the corner of his mouth. “We won’t be for much longer.”

Silas visibly started, then frowned. “What do you mean? You two… are getting divorced?”

“Yes. The divorce decree comes through tomorrow.”

A fleeting glint of satisfaction crossed Silas’s face, quickly smoothed away.

He lowered his lashes, his tone tender. “Is it because of me?”

Kian said nothing.

Silas sighed and began to speak on his own. “Iris and I… we once shared a love that burned deeply.

“She loved me so fiercely back then,” he murmured, brushing his fingertip along the rim of his cup. “I was temperamental and reckless, yet she never grew angry. She indulged me without limit.”

“Once, for my birthday, she flew overseas overnight to surprise me. Her flight was delayed, and she waited alone in the airport through the whole night.”

“The day I ended things, she drank until she was barely conscious, nearly succumbing to alcohol

poisoning.”

“I left the country after that. She pretended not to care, but in truth… she visited me in secret every year, sending gifts through mutual friends.”

Kian listened in silence, his heart carved open little by little by a dull blade.

All those days she had vanished, they were not for business trips. They were to see Silas.

All those nights she had drowned herself in drink, it was not from work stress. It was for Silas.

She was not incapable of loving. She was only incapable of loving him.

He had once believed Iris was naturally cold, trapped by her pathological aversion to contact, repulsed by the mere brush of his touch.

But she was not incapable of tenderness. Her tenderness had simply never belonged to him.

Silas kept speaking, his voice laced with nostalgia. “She loved me deeply, so…”

“So?” Kian cut him off abruptly, lifting his eyes to meet Silas’s. “Did you come here to gloat?”