Chapter 95: Divorce?
The morning sun filtered through the beige curtains of Stefan’s hotel room, casting long golden stripes across the floor.
Dressed in a navy-blue shirt and black slacks, Stefan stood in front of the mirror, running a comb through his still-damp hair.
A calm expression covered his face, but beneath it was a storm of emotions—restlessness, guilt, and a strong, unwavering resolve.
Martin, his ever-reliable valet, entered the room with Stefan’s suitcase in hand. "I’ve packed the essentials and left the rest in storage, just like you asked."
"Thanks, Martin," Stefan said, grabbing his sunglasses. "Let’s head out. You’ll return the car keys after dropping me off."
"Yes, sir." Martin nodded, already wheeling the suitcase towards the door.
As they made their way down to the hotel parking lot, Stefan’s fingers itched to call Ethan with updates. But he decided to do that was they were on their way.
Once they were on the highway, the trees blurring past the window, he pulled out his phone and dialed Ethan and the call connected after the third ring.
"What’s up, man?" Ethan answered. His voice was groggy, as though he hadn’t been up long.
"I’m good," Stefan said, his tone low but certain. "I’m on my way to the airport."
There was a pause as Ethan tried to understand Stefan’s words. "Airport? What for?"
"I’m flying to Florittle."