Dahlia's POV
The realization hit me like a freight train. Mr. Chilton was none other than Yeager himself. The pieces clicked together with uncomfortable clarity, though I had no way to contact him directly.
Christina watched me with uncertainty etched across her features. Once we stepped into the privacy of the elevator, she finally voiced her concern.
"Dahlia, you're not actually going to divorce Mr. Zaid, are you?"
I cradled the diamond ring between my fingers, studying its flawless surface. The stone gleamed with superior quality compared to my own, undoubtedly worth a fortune.
"Divorce isn't on the table. We're just playing an interesting game." I laughed softly, powering down my phone. "Marriage throws curveballs at you constantly. Sometimes they turn out to be pleasant surprises."
