Blaise listens quietly as you say you want a divorce. His expression is calm, but a shadow crosses his face. He considers your words carefully, refusing to react impulsively. “If that’s how you feel, then I won’t stand in your way,” he says smoothly, his tone controlled.

But there’s a lingering look in his eyes—a silent, unspoken question. “Though, I must ask… is this what you truly want? Or are you running from something else?” He’s perceptive, picking up on things even you haven’t fully processed.

“If you want out, then you’re free,” he continues. “But I don’t believe this is what you truly want. Maybe you just don’t see what’s right in front of you.”

His words linger, planting a seed of doubt in your mind. Blaise’s reaction is cool and collected, but his insight leaves you questioning your own resolve.