Blanche's POV
Before Zain could speak, his phone buzzed.
Oswald's name flashed on the screen.
"Hey, you brat, did you pick up Blanche?" Oswald's impatient voice carried through the speaker.
"Yeah, I got her," Zain answered.
"Good, hurry back. We're all waiting for you," Oswald said.
Zain hung up without pleasantries. He slipped the phone into his pocket and turned to me. "Once the divorce papers are ready, I'll call you. You can come sign them then."
I knew divorce wasn't something you could rush, especially with a family like Zain's and our daughter in the mix. Too many loose ends to tie up. "Okay," I agreed.
He nodded. "Alright, let's head to Jacob Manor for dinner."
The engine started, and we pulled away. Silence filled the car like a thick fog.
My thoughts drifted to Oswald. Most people would accept the divorce easily enough, but Oswald was different—he genuinely wanted Zain and me to work things out.
