I steadied my emotions and walked over to them. Callum noticed me first.
A flicker of surprise crossed his face before he quickly masked it with a mocking smile.
“What’s this? Regretting it after just one day? Did you come to beg me to call off the divorce?”
I raised the sewing kit in my hand.
“You said it yourself. If I came, you’d cooperate with the divorce. Don’t try to go back on your word.”
He hurriedly grabbed his phone, and as his eyes scanned the messages, a brief flicker of unease passed over his face.
Before he could respond, Hannah stepped forward and clung to Callum’s arm.
“I used your phone to message Eloise. My dress has such a low neckline—I didn’t even know where to start adjusting it.”
“Then go and put on a jacket,” he said, his attention instantly diverted.
Without a second thought, he draped his suit jacket over her shoulders in an intimate gesture that caught the attention of everyone nearby.
Perhaps it was the magic of the divorce papers, but as Hannah flaunted her claim on Callum and his automatic response to her, I felt nothing—no discomfort, no jealousy.
Instead, it was Callum who, realizing his actions, offered me a rare explanation.
“Hannah has been trailing after us since she was little. It… it’s just a habit,” Callum said, his voice faltering.
“Mm,” I replied calmly, cutting off his half-hearted excuse with a simple nod.
“Since I’m clearly not needed here, I’ll head back. Enjoy your evening.”
I had almost reached the door when he called out.
“Eloise.”
He hurried over with an umbrella and opened it above my head.
Awkwardly rubbing his nose, he muttered, “Emmet said it’s raining outside. Let me take you back.”
The rain wasn’t heavy, but the wind scattered it in unpredictable directions.
Callum pulled me close, his arm shielding my shoulders as he positioned me under the umbrella.
“You just recovered from a fever. Don’t catch a cold,” he said, his gaze softening as it settled on my face.
His tenderness was so striking, that I couldn’t remember the last time he’d looked at me like that—not since Hannah had returned.
But it was too late, Callum.
A broken heart couldn’t be pieced back together.
I knew that the heart that would mend would no longer hold a place for him.
I quickly slipped into the car and seated myself as far from him as possible.
For the next few days, I buried myself in work, finally completing all my pending orders.
After bidding my clients farewell, I listed the studio on a real estate website and headed home early.
