Leaving the Past Behind

The car glided through the city streets, its tinted windows shielding the couple inside from the world outside. The dim glow of passing streetlights illuminated the interior in brief flashes, casting soft shadows over Evander and Delphinia as they sat in comfortable silence. The distant hum of traffic was a stark contrast to the lively wedding they had just left behind.

Delphinia leaned back against the plush leather seat, a small, satisfied smile playing on her lips. The bitter expressions of the Robinsons, especially Gregory and Marissa, were more than enough to bring her satisfaction. She had walked into that wedding with her head held high, standing next to the most powerful man in the room. They never expected it—never imagined that the woman they had discarded would return in such a manner.

Evander, one hand on the steering wheel, glanced at her from the corner of his eye before turning his full attention toward her. "Are you tired?" he asked softly.