Victor's POV
I didn’t answer Elara's question right away. Instead, I looked at her, really looked at her.
Elara was beautiful, no doubt. Smart, too. She knew how to use her words like a weapon, how to make a man feel seen without giving him anything real. I understood that game—I had played it before.
But I wasn’t in the mood for games. Not anymore.
So I decided to be straightforward.
“What I want,” I said slowly, “is to get my wife back.”
Her expression froze for a second.
“We’re not officially divorced yet,” I went on, watching her carefully. “Selene and I… things are broken. But I’m trying. I’ve been trying.”
She raised a brow. “And how’s that going?”
I gave a bitter laugh. “She won’t even look at me without anger in her eyes. Every time I get close, she pulls further away. I
