Chapter nine

Charlotte's POV 

    This goes on for weeks, just talking and spending time together. Until one day I get a visit from someone at my job. 

When Casey enters the back room to tell me there's someone here looking for me it feels like my heart drops into my stomach. I've always been the worst at jumping to conclusions and completely overreacting, but it seems like in this case I wasn't to far off. Coming into the front office I see a man dressed in a nice suit holding an envelope. 

Can I help you?” I ask.

“Are you Charlotte Prescott?”

“Yes.”

“Can I see some identification, please?”

I frown. “What’s this about?” I go to the window to ask Casey to get my purse and retrieve my wallet and handing the man my ID.

“Sign here, please.” He points to the signatory line.

I sign and he hands me over the envelope and leaves.

I tear the envelope open and pull out the document.

Divorce papers.