I looked at Henry's weathered face and white hair, feeling like my throat was blocked with cotton. Seeing the glimmer in his eyes, a wave of guilt and sadness swept over me.

Grandpa's health wasn't great, and he was getting older. If I went through with divorcing Vincent now, would it be too much for him to handle?

Just then, I caught Vincent desperately trying to catch my eye, clearly afraid I'd say something wrong.

After a moment of thought, I shook ...