At that moment, her father let out a deep exhale, his fingers tightening into a fist. The tension in the room thickened. He slowly turned his gaze to her, and for the first time, Chloe noticed something she rarely saw in him—defeat.
"If I had succeeded in divorcing those two," he finally spoke, his voice low and sharp, "do you think I would be sitting here like this?" He scoffed, leaning back into the chair. "I'd be drinking, celebrating, not brooding in silence."
At that moment Chloe swallowed. This wasn't the answer she expected.
"Then… what happened?" she asked hesitantly.
His eyes darkened, his lips curling in distaste.
"The damn lawyer ran away."
Hearing what her father just said, Chloe's eyes widened in disbelief. For a moment, she just stared at him, trying to process his words.
"What?" she finally blurted out, her voice laced with confusion.
"What do you mean the lawyer ran away?"
