No Longer the Discarded Pawn
Two divorce agreements lay before Anya Ellington and me. One was hers. The other was mine.
My share amounted to 20% of our assets, plus a villa. She would get the twins and everything else in the house.
I skimmed the papers in seconds, then signed without protest, perfectly calm. Not a trace remained of the hysteria I had shown over the past few days.
Anya's pen slowed as she signed her name. She fixed me with a burning stare.
"You have no objections?" she asked. "You're not even going to ask about visitation rights? Once you sign, there's no taking it back."
I handed the papers back to her, and the corners of my mouth curled into the faintest smile.
"No need," I said.
Anya's eyes nar