Year Five: The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 97

Kent’s hand, the one holding the knife, paused for just a moment.

He lowered his gaze, and something complicated flickered in his narrow eyes—a clouded look that seemed to settle over his entire frame, shading him with a quiet melancholy.

For a while, the kitchen fell silent. The usual background noise faded, leaving an awkward hush hanging in the air.

Silvia watched his tall silhouette, her eyes reflecting a subtle uncertainty.

Maybe, she thought, she shouldn’t have said what she did.

Kent was, after all, a good man. It was only natural for him to want to treat his wife with kindness and dignity.

She just needed to keep her own emotions in check.

Silvia let out a light laugh, breaking the tension. “Mr. Parsons, what are you planning for dinner—?”

She didn’t get to finish. Kent turned, meeting her gaze with eyes so deep they seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words.

His voice was calm, tinged with a hint of resignation. “Silvia, we’re married. If I’m not good to you, who would I be good to?”

To Kent, caring for his wife wasn’t just expected—it was the only way.

He still hadn’t managed to give Silvia the grand wedding she deserved. That thought weighed on him, filling him with a sense of guilt.

Silvia pressed her lips together, her heart stirring with something she couldn’t name.

She remembered how, back when Shipley was in her life, he always found ways to favor Vianne over her.

Letting out a slow breath, Silvia’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Alright.”

Let it be.

Maybe this was what a normal marriage looked like.

Kent took on all the chores that evening, right down to washing the last plate.

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