Chapter 18

The cozy vibe quickly shifted to one of discomfort and tension. The waiter awkwardly held the roses, unsure whether to stay or go. Dylan stayed quiet, and eventually, the waiter slipped away. But Violet didn't care. She sent a bouquet of burnet roses to his art studio every day. Unfortunately, not a single one even made it through the door before it got tossed straight into the trash. At another art exhibition, Violet stepped in front of Dylan, set on finding out why he wouldn't take her flowers. Dylan stared at her for a moment, then gave a sarcastic little laugh. They'd been married for five years, and she still didn't get him at all. "I'm not into you, so I'm not interested in anything you're offering. Violet, why can't we just part ways without all this drama? We're divorced now. Shouldn't you be celebrating that?" Violet took a deep breath, her eyes sparkling like a night full of stars. Her voice shook as she instinctively reached for his hand. "No, Dylan. Getting divorced