To Love a Shadow To Be the Sun novel Chapter 45

Suddenly, Rose understood exactly why she needed a divorce.

"Oh, sweetheart, you're the wife. As long as he keeps your account full, why care how many mistresses he takes?"

Elara shot her a sideways glance, one eyebrow arched. "Really? So when he brings home some nasty disease and shares it with you, you're just supposed to be thrilled about getting sick?"

Rose fell silent, the words catching in her throat.

"That guy's father isn't just going to hand you a cheap house out of nowhere. You'd better toughen up. Celestial River Estates isn't for regular folks, and I don't support Grandpa moving there."

Rose blinked, then suddenly burst out laughing, her voice ringing down the hallway. "Don't worry, Elara, I'll be sure to tell the doctor what you said."

At the sound of Elara's name, Brian stopped, mid-step.

Lina glanced over at them as well.

Rose made a quick exit, leaving Elara alone to handle the awkwardness. Maybe she'd done it on purpose.

"Sis," Lina called out.

Elara's tone was cool and flat. "If you don't feel like calling me that, don't bother. There's nothing in it for me, and I'm not interested in wasting energy on fake politeness."

Lina opened her mouth, but couldn't find the words.

Brian's brow tightened.

"Aunt had a biopsy today. She's waiting for the results before heading back to Oldborough." Elara's gaze drifted away, indifferent.

"Your business isn't mine. I came to see Grandpa, and I've done that. Goodbye."

She said it gently, but was already turning to leave.

"Elara!" Brian's voice turned cold.

She wasn't making a scene, but somehow it was even more unsettling than if she had.

Elara paused, glancing back at him, a flicker of fear in her eyes.

Lina quickly grabbed Brian's arm. "Brian, this is a hospital. People are coming and going, and Uncle's waiting for you upstairs."

Apart from that trending headline, there had never been any gossip about the CEO and his wife having problems. Lina was clearly reminding Brian not to let the public catch a glimpse of marital discord.

She was considerate, thoughtful—the kind of woman anyone would admire.

A second later, Summer tossed a set of keys onto the desk in front of her. "When I work late, I crash on the couch. It's an industrial park out here, not exactly hotel central. But I have an apartment next to the park. If you want to move out of the Vincent family place, you can stay there."

Elara shook her head. "I'll pass. Just help me find a place of my own. I can't spare much cash at the moment—just take the rent out of my paycheck."

Summer considered it. "Alright. When do you need it?"

"In two weeks," Elara replied.

That would be just after her fourth wedding anniversary.

She hesitated, then added, "Do you know how to erase your last trip to Oldborough from the records?"

She meant airline ticket logs, and any receipts showing she and Brian in the same restaurant.

Summer's eyes flickered. "I'm just a regular person, Elara. That kind of thing isn't easy for me."

Elara seemed satisfied. "For your own safety, figure something out."

"What are you up to?" Summer asked, curiosity piqued.

A glint flashed in Elara's eyes, but she said nothing.