Mara's POV "Sign it."The divorce papers landed on the marble desk between us like a verdict already decided.I didn't flinch. I'd been practicing not flinching for three years, through cold silences at breakfast, holidays spent alone in a house too large for one person, nights I'd learned to stop listening for his footsteps in the hallway.Ethan Croft stood at the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to me, hands folded behind him the way he always stood when he'd already made up his mind and was simply waiting for the world to catch up. The morning light cut across the skyline behind him, turning him into a silhouette, broad-shouldered, impeccable and unreachable, to he way he'd always been."I heard you," I said."Then pick up the pen, Mara."He called me by my name, Mara, not sweetheart or even Mrs. Croft. Just my name, clipped and efficient, the way you'd address someone you were dismissing from a meeting.I pulled the papers closer and scanned the first page without reading it. My
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