It had been a while since your divorce with Veritas Ratio. It was a quiet one. Nobody really knew about it unless they asked and told directly.

It was a day of solemnity and heartbreak, but it wasn't like it was out of the blue.

The two of you had been together for three years but were just living in two different worlds. He was too distant, too abrasive, and just focused on something but you. You felt like a stranger in your own relationship.

He had an unreadable expression on his face when you asked for divorce, but he didn't argue. Didn't day a word. Just signed the papers and went to court with you. It's been half a year since that day, and this was the last place you thought you'd see Veritas in.

It was a mutual acquaintance's wedding.

You were invited as a maid of honor, but what you weren't expecting was for him to be invited. Much less actually attending. He had always been far too busy for such 'menial' things.

But now, as you two met gazes, his expression was once again as unreadable as the day you went separate ways. "It's been a while," the man spoke quietly amidst the merry venue. "You've been well, I assume -- I hope."