At the same time, a wave of deep regret surged through him, threatening to drown his heart all over again.
Everything—everything that was supposed to be his, that once lay effortlessly within reach—now seemed as if it could slip away at any moment, replaced by someone else in the blink of an eye.
Every time the thought crossed his mind, that crushing remorse swept over him anew, nearly overwhelming.
Jessica watched Landon’s shadowed expression, keeping her own face carefully neutral, but inwardly she shook her head.
Once, she’d been more than satisfied with Landon as a son-in-law. He’d checked every box in her mind: good manners, intelligence, a solid family background—he was, by all accounts, the perfect candidate.
Never had she imagined he’d be so hopelessly lost when it came to matters of the heart.
Now, watching him try so hard to curry favor with her daughter, Jessica found herself at a loss for words. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything harsh, but neither could she pretend she held no grudges toward him.
Enough, she thought. All she could do was play the part of a proper mother-in-law for these last days before the divorce was finalized.
When the meal was over, the mood was light—everyone seemed in good spirits except Landon, who kept his frustration bottled up and hidden.
After lunch, Yuri lingered in the living room for a few minutes, then scooped up Cozy and stood.
“I’m going upstairs to pack my bags. I’ll see you all tomorrow.”
Landon’s chest tightened. Pack her bags? See you tomorrow? Were they going somewhere together?
His gaze flicked sharply to Yuri, only to meet her smiling eyes.
“Landon, I’m heading out now,” she said.
Landon’s glare was nearly withering as Yuri quietly closed the door behind Elijah and the others.
Elijah and Jessica exchanged glances when they saw Landon still hadn’t made a move to leave. Both hesitated, mouths opening as if to politely show him out, but neither could quite bring themselves to do it.
Jessica smiled politely. “That’s thoughtful of you, but there’s really no need to go out of your way anymore.”
Her words were tactful, but the message was clear: their families’ connection was about to end, and there was no need for these holiday visits any longer.
Landon opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he just nodded quietly.
“Alright.”
He stood up from the sofa. “Dad, Mom, I should get going. Sorry to have intruded on your afternoon.”
Then he turned to Zinnia, his eyes searching her face. “Zinnia, there’s something important I need to talk to you about. Would you mind walking with me for a bit?”
Afraid Zinnia might think he intended to argue about the divorce, he quickly added, “Don’t worry. It has nothing to do with us splitting up.”

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