Jessica wasn’t the only one worried. Reba had been anxious too.


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    During that month they spent apart, every night before Reba went to sleep, she’d worry that bad news was waiting for her the next inorning. But she was always so worn out from the day that before she could dwell on it, sleep would take over and the worries vanished.


    More than anyone, Reba hoped Jeffrey would keep his promise this time.


    But deep down, she knew his behavior wasn’t just about breaking promises–it was a psychological issue she couldn’t ignore.


    “My mom wants me to meet an important business partner tomorrow, so I probably won’t have time to go back to Jsburg with you,” Jessica said. “Want me to have that jerk Ian go with you?”


    Reba shook her head. “No, Mark’s good enough.”


    Jessica nodded. “Alright, your bodyguard’s pretty reliable.”


    “Yeah,” Reba replied, ncing out the window. She couldn’t see Mark from here, but she could totally picture him–always super careful, doing his job like a pro.


    “Reba,” Jessica called out.


    “Yeah?” Reba answered.


    “Good luck tomorrow! Hope everything goes great,” Jessica said warmly.


    “Okay,” Reba replied softly.


    After their chat, they hung up.


    Staring at the date she’d just crossed off on her desk, Reba weighed her options for a long time before finally making up her mind and heading over to Samuel’s y area. No matter how hard it was, she knew she needed to tell him that she and Jeffrey were getting divorced tomorrow.


    She hung out and yed with him there for about half an hour.


    While Reba was still racking her brain about how to tell him without making it weird, Samuel suddenly looked up from his puzzle and said, “Mommy, is there something you want to talk to me about?”


    Reba blinked in surprise. “How did you figure that out?”


    “You’ve nced over at me like, twenty times in the past half hour,” Samuel piped up, his voice innocent and a little mischievous. “That’s not normal for you.”


    ‘Honestly, Ian called it,’ Reba thought to herself.


    ‘My little Samuel really was born to be a detective, she marveled inwardly.


    “Are you and Dad getting divorced?” Samuel asked, his face totally straight, like it was just another casual


    question.


    Reba froze for a second.


    He actually figured it out?‘ Reba thought in shock.


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    “You always tell me everything right away–except for this. I can see you keep holding back,” Samuel said, looking a little smug after catching her being surprised. “Plus, Dad hasn’t been around for a month. Even if you guys argued, he would have stopped by unless it was something serious.”


    ‘If it wasn’t divorce, Samuel thought quietly, ‘nothing else would keep Dad away for this long!


    ‘Even when Dad and Mommy argued, he’d always find some excuse <i>to </ie over, Samuel thought to himself.


    ‘If he hasn’t shown up for an entire month, this must be the real reason,‘ Samuel deduced, a little sadness flickering inside.


    “Tomorrow, I’m heading back to Jsburg with your dad to the courthouse,” Reba said, her gaze never leaving Samuel. She tried to sound calm, but she couldn’t hide the worry bubbling inside. “After that, it’ll really be just the two of us.”


    Samuel just nodded, totally unfazed. “Okay.”


    Reba bit her lip and reached out, her voice gentle. “If you ever want to talk or if something’s bothering you, tell Mommy, alright? Don’t hold it in by yourself.”


    Samuel took his time to think it over.


    He stayed silent for quite a while, quietly fiddling with his blocks.


    Then, after a long pause, he finally looked up and asked, “So after you and Dad get divorced, can I still go hang out with him?”


    “Of course you can,” Reba assured him softly. “No matter what’s going on between me and your dad, he’ll always be your father.”


    <i>“</i>Okay, that’s all I wanted to know. You guys can get divorced,” Samuel replied, just shrugging it off and returning to his building blocks like he didn’t have a care in the world.


    Reba paused for a moment.


    Samuel had always been more mature than other kids his age, so Reba started to wonder if he honestly felt. like it was no big deal, or if he was just putting on a brave face so she wouldn’t worry.


    “Whether you guys are together or not, you’ll still love me just the same,” Samuel said, sounding way too grown–up for his age. Reba couldn’t help marveling at how mature he was about it. “I’m not losing anything.”


    ‘The one who’s really losing out is Dad, Samuel thought to himself.


    ‘But he messed up, so he has to face the consequences, he added silently.


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    Reba wrapped her arms around him, holding Samuel close. For the first time in ages, she felt some of that heaviness in her chest melt away. ‘Maybe things really will be okay, she thought, relief washing over her <b>as </b>she squeezed her son just a little tighter.


    That night, just as Reba was about to fall asleep, her phone buzzed with a message from Jeffrey: [Text me when you get to the airport tomorrow. I’ll have Gregory pick you up and take you to the courthouse.]


    Reba: [Okay.]


    Jeffrey stared at her one–word reply, his eyes turning cold as he imagined Reba’s closed–off look while she typed it–like she couldn’t care less anymore.


    Gregory hovered at his side. “Mr. Hanson?”


    “Speak.” Jeffrey said, not looking up.


    “Ms. Jensen isnding in Jsburg at 8:20 tomorrow. She’ll get to the courthouse a little after nine,” Gregory reported. “Maybe you should try to get some sleep now–so you’ll look more refreshed when you meet her.”


    “Who told you to check up on her?” Jeffrey’s voice was cold—he’d given Reba his word, and he wasn’t about to stalk her in secret, no matter what.


    “Nobody. I did it myself,” Gregory replied.


    “Don’t let this happen again,” Jeffrey said, his tone final.


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    Gregory said all the right things, but in his heart, he still wasn’t ready to quit.


    Jeffrey had made a promise to stay out of Reba’s life and not look into her affairs, but no matter what he said, Gregory was going to keep an eye on her anyway—and Jeffrey couldn’t really stop him.


    Jeffrey set his phone down and dove back into work.


    “Aren’t you going to take a break?” Gregory asked, noticing how tired Jeffrey looked.


    Instead of answering, Jeffrey cut in with a question of his own, “Is the ce I told you to get ready all set?”


    “All taken care of–it’s just a ten–minute drive from the office,” Gregory assured him, ever reliable. “I’ve already moved all your living essentials in.”


    Jeffrey paused, his pen hovering over the paper.


    Gregory noticed and exined quickly, thinking Jeffrey minded the distance. “If I picked somewhere closer, they’re just generic apartments–really crowded, not much space, too many people around.”


    “Head back early. And tomorrow, remember to pick up Reba,” Jeffrey said, not offering anything more, just giving the order.


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    “Got it. Gregory replied.


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    Gregory almost wanted to say something else, maybe convince him to rest, but he knew unless Reba was involved, the boss never listened to anybody. So he just dropped it.


    For hours. Jeffrey buried himself in work, refusing to go home or rest. He just couldn’t bear the thought of letting the night end—because as soon as he closed his eyes, he’d have to wake up and finally face the reality. of divorcing Reba.


    The cost of all that stubbornness? By six in the morning, his body finally crashed, and he was rushed straight to the hospital.


    At 8:20 in the morning, Reba and Mark showed up at the airport right on schedule to meet Gregory.


    Gregory greeted her as politely as ever, “Ms. Jensen.”


    Reba answered with a simple “Mm.”


    She and Mark got in the car together.


    After about five minutes on the road, Reba finally asked, “Are we heading straight to the courthouse, or are we supposed to pick up Jeffrey first?”


    Gregory stiffened a little, his grip on the steering wheel tightening without him even noticing.


    Mark, sitting up front, caught it immediately. “Ms. Jensen, he looks nervous–like he’s hiding something.”


    A flicker of confusion crossed Reba’s eyes.


    “It’s not that I’m trying to cover anything up,” Gregory said, sounding a bit awkward. “It’s just… Mr. Hanson got into some trouble, and I honestly don’t know how to break it to you.”


    Ever since Barry called this morning with the bad news about the boss, Gregory had been on edge, worried Reba might take it the wrong way.


    “I promise, Mr. Hanson wasn’t trying to hold things up or avoid the divorce. He even told mest night to be here on time and pick you up,” Gregory exined quickly, not wanting Reba to get the wrong impression about Jeffrey. “It’s just… none of us saw thising.”


    “What happened?” Reba asked, her voice surprisingly calm.


    Gregory hesitated for a second, then blurted out, “He passed out from exhaustion. He’s still in the hospital, hasn’t woken up yet.”


    “Take me to the hospital,” Reba said, her tone t and unreadable.


    “Got it,” Gregory replied.


    He hit the gas, speeding straight for the hospital.


    While waiting at a red light, Gregory checked the rearview mirror and looked at Reba. There was none of


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    the anger or me he’d expected–her expression was just as calm as when she’d gotten off the ne.


    He was finally starting to understand why Jeffrey couldn’t let Reba <i>go</i>.


    ‘She’s genuinely a great person,’ Gregory thought to himself.