Sam's POV“Then let’s tear it up. Right now.”Out of nowhere, Ethan spoke, his words heavy yet somehow brighter than before - like something soft had returned. Across the floor he moved fast, just two steps really, then lifted those signed divorce papers off the wooden desk. We stood there, eyes locked on the pages that shaped so much of what came after saying yes. That agreement used to protect me, a way out drawn in ink, planned down to every detail.Heavy links hung loose, though they once pulled hard.One stack of pages, I picked it up. Over the sheets our glances crossed - crying, yes, but also grins breaking through wet cheeks. Not a sound passed between us before the ripping started.Shreds began to fall, light as breath. That crackle - paper giving way - cut through the quiet like a spark catching dry leaves. At first, we pulled gently, fingers finding edges, but soon speed took over. Laughter bubbled up, tangled with some
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