Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 2

Seren caught Sheridan's coat with practiced ease, the perfume lingering stronger than usual. The scent must have clung to the fabric—a detail she barely registered, assuming Sheridan's assistant had simply brushed against it while fetching his clothes.

"I went to get someone from the airport." Sheridan said, not bothering to hide it, his voice as cold and detached as ever.

He'd spoken to her like this for three years now; their marriage was little more than a formal arrangement. Most days, Seren felt less like a wife and more like an invisible housekeeper, someone who simply slipped in and out of his line of sight.

She made an effort, though. After all, she truly wanted to build a life with him.

"Who were you getting?" she asked carefully.

"Willa."

The name landed like a stone in her chest. Willa Sullivan—Sheridan's first love, the girl next door, the one who was supposed to be at his side.

But when Sheridan's accident left him unable to walk, Willa had left for Meridia to study at the conservatory the very same week. It was only because of Willa's absence that Seren ever had the chance to step into Sheridan's world.

Now, three years later, Sheridan had recovered, and Willa was back. The timing couldn't have been more pointed—it was their third wedding anniversary, a date that should have meant something.

Instead, Sheridan was leaving her behind to meet Willa at the airport, as if Seren were nothing more than an afterthought.

Seren hesitated, searching his face for some sign of warmth. "Doesn't it seem a little inappropriate for you to pick her up yourself?"

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