Chapter 3
Ophelia was silent for a moment.
“Not yet.”
Piper exploded with a string of curses. “Then what the hell is going on with Bastien and that backstabbing bitch?”
Ophelia let out a soft laugh. “Calm down.Take me for a lunch.”
“Are you home? I’m coming to get you.”
“Perfect timing. I don’t feel like driving anyway.”
Piper arrived quickly. By then, Ophelia had showered, changed into fresh clothes, and applied light makeup. She was just finishing up when the doorbell rang.
They headed to their favorite Italian Restaurant.
After ordering, Ophelia looked directly at her friend. “Can you connect me with a good divorce attorney? I want to divorce with Bastien.”
Piper’s face filled with concern, but Ophelia resigned smile.
“I have a brain tumor. Needs surgery. I’m flying to London a week later.”
Piper’s eyes immediately welled up. “Holy shit, Ophelia! What exactly did the doctors say? Is it—God, have you told your brother yet?”
The questions tumbled out, each one laced with panic.
“Found out the same day as Anastasia’s accident. The doctor wanted Bastien there, but he was too busy rushing to her bedside.” Ophelia sighed. “The surgery’s risky.I need to be with my parents for this.”
Tears spilled down Piper’s cheeks.
“I’ll go with you to London.”
“Don’t worry.I’m okay right now.”
When she got home after dinner, Bastien was back.
“Where were you?” he asked.
“Had dinner with Piper.”
Ophelia hung up her coat, put away her bag, and changed into house slippers before sitting across from him.
“Remember that trip to Sedona we’ve been talking about for years? Could we go this year?”
Bastien knew what she meant.He never taken it seriously before.
Now that she’d brought it up again, he sighed. “Nonsense! Besides, with Anastasia’s condition, I can’t possibly go now. Maybe after year.”
She’d expected about his refusal. Though surprisingly, he’d mentioned going in the next year. In the past, she must be extremely excited.
Now, she just nodded quietly.
Bastien felt unsettled by her silence lately—it made her seem like a stranger. He glanced around the room, feeling like something was different.
“Did you take down our wedding portrait?”
“Just removing it to clean the frame.”
Bastien scrolled through his phone while they sat in silence until Ophelia stood to get ready for bed.
When she emerged from the bathroom after her shower, hair still damp, she found Bastien sitting on their bed with her phone in his hand.
“Piper just called. Said she’s found you a lawyer and will text you the contact info later.”
“Okay.”Ophelia’s expression faltered slightly.
“Why do you need a lawyer?”
