Blanche's POV
Forced fruit never tastes sweet. Especially since I couldn't have kept that marriage going even if I tried. Even if I hadn't asked for the divorce, Zain would have done it after our second child.
But I didn't want to be a breeding tool anymore. Much less a caged bird.
Watching my tears fall, Demetrius's heart ached.
Beyond offering comfort and wiping away my tears, there was nothing else he could do.
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After Carry dashed onto the stage, Zain didn't follow immediately. Instead, his gaze drifted sideways—just in time to see Demetrius wiping tears from Blanche's cheek.
They stood so close that from Zain's angle, they looked practically pressed together.
By then, Joanna had changed out of her gown.
Taking Carry's hand, she walked toward Zain.
"Zain," she called softly.
Zain snapped back to attention, his eyes warming as they met hers.
"Dinner together?" Joanna suggested.
"Sure," Zain answered with a smile.
