"Jeremy wants a divorce." Ivy's voice was steady, but the weight of her words filled the room. She sank into the chair beside her mother’s bed, exhaustion lining her face. They had just returned from the hospital—Mrs. Bennett needed to rest before her next chemo cycle.

"What?!" Mrs. Bennett’s voice came out weak, yet the shock was evident in her expression.

Ivy simply shrugged. "It’s Isla. Again," she muttered, and the confusion on her mother’s face ...