Blanche's POV
Ophelia stared at me, finally grasping that I meant every word. I caught the flash of panic that crossed her face.
But she recovered quickly. She knew how desperately I'd once wanted to marry Zain, so she figured divorce was off the table.
Ophelia tilted her chin up defiantly. "Don't think I won't do it."
I leaned forward, genuinely excited. "Please do. I'll buy you dinner to celebrate." I slipped into my car, and before she could fire back, I drove away.
I'd spent years being the perfect, compliant daughter-in-law, but those days were over. Ophelia couldn't pinpoint when the shift happened, but it was clear—I was done being her puppet.
And from what I'd just said, it was obvious I was seriously considering divorce.
