Under the Veil I Rule novel Chapter 191

"You don't need to take the blame on yourself, saying how you and that guy were childhood sweethearts, destined to be together, even if Finn wasn't in the picture. That's what I thought at the time, but once I got home, I started to see things differently. If your relationship with that childhood friend was so solid, you would've married him early on. Why else would you marry into our family? Something must've gone wrong between you two back then."

Kevin sighed deeply, as if recalling old memories, his eyes carrying a touch of melancholy.

"In these three years you’ve been with us, you’ve been a devoted wife to Finn—buying clothes, cooking meals, doing all sorts of things for him. I saw it all.

I believe, at least during that time, you genuinely wanted to make it work with Finn. But he let you down. Not only did he divorce you after three years, but he also ran off with that actress. That’s why you became disappointed and turned to an old flame."

Amara’s eyes were red-rimmed as she clutched Kevin’s hand.

"Grandpa, I really wanted to make it work with Finnian back then, but his heart wasn’t with me."

Kevin wasn’t entirely correct—Keith wasn’t an old flame. They were just childhood friends all along.

But Kevin voiced what was in her heart. During those three years, she had truly tried with Finnian.

As Amara’s tears fell, Kevin wiped them away gently, feeling a pang of sympathy.

"Don’t be sad, Ama. After this illness, I’ve come to terms with things. If you want to leave, go ahead.

But remember, even if you’re no longer Finn’s wife, you’ll always be my granddaughter-in-law, alright?"

"Grandpa, I know. I’ve always considered you my real grandpa, and I’ll make sure to care for you always."

"Good, just remember to visit me often."

Kevin sighed again, and Amara leaned on his arm, crying softly for a while.

"Let's do the divorce on Friday afternoon," Finnian suggested.

Seeing that Finnian was taking this seriously, Amara felt a slight relief.

"Alright, how about we meet at the city hall at 2 pm?"

"That works."

Neither of them objected, and Amara nodded before heading upstairs to her apartment.

That night, Amara tossed and turned, unable to sleep as she reflected on recent events.

But in the end, she decided to focus on the positives. Despite the unpleasantness of the night, nothing irreversible had happened, and she hadn’t lost anything of value.