ELARA'S POV"Sign here, here, and initial here."Damien's voice was as cold as the marble desk between us, like he was closing a business deal rather than ending our marriage. I watched his manicured finger tap each yellow sticky tab marking where my signature would dissolve three years of my life into nothing.I should have felt something. Rage, maybe. Devastation. The kind of emotion that matched the moment. Instead, I felt hollow, like someone had scooped out my insides and left only the shell of who I used to be."Elara? Did you hear me?"I blinked, focusing on his face. Damien looked impeccable as always, his dark hair perfectly styled, his charcoal suit probably worth more than everything I owned. His jaw was tight with impatience, and he kept glancing at his watch. Of course. He had a flight to catch. London waited for no one, certainly not for a wife he'd stopped seeing years ago."I heard you." My voice came out steadier than I expected.I picked up the pen he'd placed precis
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