Chapter 63 — The Paper That Burned Silence

The next morning started quietly.

Too quietly.

Veeresh was in his study, going through reports, trying to focus on anything except the chaos from the previous day.

Then his assistant entered, holding a sealed envelope.

“For you, sir.”

Veeresh didn’t look up at first. “Leave it.”

“It’s from Mrs. Dreewan.”

That made his hand stop mid-page.

Slowly, Veeresh looked up.

Took the envelope.

And opened it.

The moment he saw the contents, his expression hardened instantly.

Divorce notice.

Signed.

Poornima Salvatore Dreewan.

For a second, there was no reaction.

No movement.

Just silence.

Then his jaw tightened.

Anger flickered in his eyes—but beneath it, something else appeared too.

Hurt.

Not loud.

Not dramatic.

Just deep.

Controlled.

Like something inside him had been pushed but refused to break outward.

“She really did it…” he muttered under his breath.

A faint, bitter exhale left him.

“This girl is not understanding anything.”

He stood up slowly, walking toward the window, gripping the paper tightly in his hand.

For a moment, he thought of everything—

Her panic attacks.

The way she slept peacefully in his arms.

The way she trusted him enough to fall asleep without fear.

And now—

She had signed away everything.

Veeresh’s fingers tightened around the paper.

Not rage anymore.

Something heavier.

Frustration mixed with something he didn’t want to name.

“She doesn’t even know what she’s running from,” he said quietly.

A pause.

Then softer—almost to himself:

“And she doesn’t know what she’s leaving behind.”

He looked down at the divorce notice again.

For the first time since everything began, Veeresh didn’t feel like he was in control of the situation anymore.

He felt like he was losing her.

Not to the world.

But to fear.

And that was something even Salvatore Dreewan didn’t know how to fight cleanly.