As soon as Aaron stepped out of the private room, I was dragged along behind him. Perhaps because there were so many things between us that made me unwilling to let go, I found I couldn’t stay more than five steps away from him. This meant I would inevitably witness the awkward scenes that followed.

In the dimly lit car, Freya nestled against Aaron as if she were boneless, her eyes brimming with tears. Her voice, soft and pleading, asked, "Aaro, when do you plan to divorce her? I feel like a third wheel between you two..."

Aaron paused, gently stroking her long hair, his voice soothing. "Don’t think such...