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Chapter 404
~Zara’s POV~
I nodded, eager to get out of there. The walls of the lounge suddenly felt suffocating, and I needed space—space to breathe, to think, to process.
As we walked toward the exit, I kept glancing down at the envelope, my fingers running over the sealed edges. I had half a mind to rip it open right now, but something held me back.
Not here. Not with Kaid watching.
The valet brought Kaid’s sleek black car to the curb, and he opened the passenger door for me.
"Your chariot awaits," he said smoothly.
I rolled my eyes but slid in without protest. Kaid walked around to the driver’s seat and climbed in, the engine purring to life as he pulled away from the hotel.
The car ride was quiet at first. Kaid didn’t push, and I was grateful for it. My mind was still tangled in thoughts of Snow, of what was in the damn envelope, of what freedom meant coming from him.
Halfway through the drive, Kaid finally spoke. "You okay?"
I turned to him, offering a small, tired smile. "Just exhausted."
He nodded, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. "Understandable."
A comfortable silence settled between us, the city lights flashing past the windows. When we finally pulled up in front of my apartment complex, Kaid shifted the car into park but didn’t immediately unlock the doors.
Instead, he turned to me, his gaze unreadable. "I meant what I said earlier, you know."
I blinked. "About what?"
He smirked. "Liking this side of you. The woman who takes charge, who makes bold moves. It’s... sexy."
I huffed a laugh. "Is that so?"
"Mm-hmm." His smirk deepened, and before I could react, he leaned in slightly.
I felt the moment his intent changed. The air in the car grew heavier, charged with something unspoken. His gaze flickered to my lips, and slowly—too slowly—he leaned in.
I froze.
Kaid had always been forward, always flirted, but this... this was something else. Something deliberate.
And for a brief second, I considered letting him.
But then—I moved.
Just enough for his lips to brush mine but not fully meet them.
The barest, softest peck.
Kaid stilled. Then pulled back slightly, amusement flashing in his eyes. "Swift," he murmured, his lips curling into a knowing smile.
I exhaled, shaking my head. "Goodnight, Kaid."
His eyes glinted with something unreadable before he finally unlocked the doors. "Goodnight, Zara."
Without another word, I stepped out of the car, gripping the envelope tightly as I made my way inside.
I didn’t look back.
But I felt his eyes on me the entire way.
The moment I stepped into my apartment, I shut the door behind me and leaned against it, exhaling deeply. My fingers curled tighter around the envelope as if it carried the weight of everything I had been trying to ignore.
I dropped my bag onto the couch, my phone right next to it, and glanced at the envelope once more. My stomach twisted as unease curled around my heart like a vice. But instead of opening it, I turned away.
Not yet.
First, I needed a shower. A long, hot bath to wash away the tension of today—the meeting, Kaid’s almost-kiss, Snow’s unexpected appearance.
My mind still trailed back to Kaid. He was handsome and domineering, no les,s and almost every girl would swoon to be that close to him, but not me.
The one whom my heart desired was a different person, but if we truly dissolved our marriage, did that mean I could give Kaid a chance?
I shook my head, not wanting to think about it. It was already too much stress.
Immediately, I headed for my room and took off my clothes, leaving them as a pile by my feet as I stepped towards the bathroom.
The water was warm against my skin, soothing but not enough to calm the storm brewing inside me. I stayed under the spray longer than necessary, letting the steam surround me as I pressed my hands against the cool tiles.
It’s for the best.
The words echoed in my mind, a mantra I kept telling myself, but it didn’t make the ache in my chest disappear.
By the time I stepped out, I felt marginally better, but the envelope still sat on my bed like an unspoken challenge. A decision waiting to be made.
Dressed in a simple crop singlet and a pair of shorts that barely reached mid-thigh, I towel-dried my hair and finally settled onto the bed.
With hesitant fingers, I tore the envelope open.
The moment my eyes locked onto the papers inside, my breath caught. My heart thudded painfully, my vision blurring as I scanned the familiar signature at the bottom of the page.
Snow’s signature. On the divorce papers.
Astrid growled lowly in my mind, a sound of anger and pain. "He actually signed them."
Astrid snarled again. "This isn’t right. He’s supposed to fight for us. For you."
"And he just did?"
Astrid’s voice softened. "Then... will you reject him as your mate?"
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~Snow’s POV~
Glacier growled low in my mind. "If he kisses her, I swear to the Moon Goddess—"
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