SERAPHINA'S POV
I fled to the parking lot, hating the hot tears that streaked down my face, the sting of salt making my vision blur slightly. Kieran was unbelievable. He asked for the divorce. Why was he acting like a jealous husband who'd caught his wife in an affair?
If he was here on business, he knew exactly what OTS was. Yet he'd painted me as some desperate, foolish woman throwing herself at a stranger, twisting the truth in ways that made my chest tighten. Had he considered, even for a second, the rumors he'd just ignited? How his public display of that kind of guess would fuel whispers if I ever did join OTS, marking me in the eyes of everyone who might judge?
Then again, he never cared. As long as the whispers didn't touch him, he never cared how many nights I cried myself to sleep, how many mornings I faced the world with forced composure.
Maybe I shouldn't have come here at all.
