Ann Nolan finally surrendered.
She no longer clutched the slip of paper, her eyes filled with deep sorrow, her long lashes trembling with traces of heartbreak.
She let go, and Zachary Santos took the paper from her hands to inspect it closely.
The more he read, the deeper his brows furrowed.
Ann Nolan hugged her arms tight to her body, feeling ice-cold despite wearing a coat.
So cold, so very cold...
Her face was an abnormal shade of pale, like a sheet of paper, devoid of any color.
"Come on, let's go to my car," Zachary said, pulling her arm and leading her to the underground parking lot.
His Ferrari was parked below.
Ann got into the car, silent and still feeling cold from head to toe.
Especially around her heart, which felt no warmth at all.
"Does my brother know about this?" Zachary asked, pinching the paper, sitting next to her.
His eyebrows were tightly knitted.
Ann shook her head, her voice clear but dull, "We got divorced yesterday, he doesn't know."
