They took their seats at the table. Isabela immediately slid into the chair beside Thor, placing her hand on his thigh with exaggerated intimacy. Celina sat farther away, on the opposite side of the table, forcing a faint, awkward smile while Angélica tried to keep the atmosphere pleasant—chatting about the new décor in the house, weekend plans, and how happy she was to have everyone together.

Thor barely replied, his attention fixed on Celina, silently watching her discomfort grow with each passing second.

Isabela, on the other hand, seemed positively elated. She touched Thor constantly, laughed loudly at jokes that weren’t funny, and called him my love at every turn, as if determined to stake her claim.

“Thor has always loved this wine,” she said, filling his glass without asking. “Remember when we had it in Tuscany?”

Celina pressed her lips together and looked away, the knot in her throat beginning to form.

Thor closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. He didn’t want to