Chapitre 43: Chapter 43

Diara's gaze remained fixed on Kellan as he stepped out, dressed in a striking red suit that clung to him perfectly, accentuating his tall, well-built frame. 

The black tie he'd paired with it lent a sense of bold sophistication, as if he were a man with nothing but good intentions. 

His smile was warm and open, almost saintly, but Diara saw through it. That smile had once captivated her, made her believe in the promises he whispered to her in the early days of their marriage. 

Now, that same smile was nothing but a disguise—a mask hiding a darkness she'd come to recognize.

If this had been back then, in the days when she was blinded by love, she would have been thrilled to see him. She would have run into his arms, joyfully showered him with kisses, and embraced this late attempt at celebrating their anniversary.