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"This is, at its core, a simple divorce petition." Across the aisle, Adrian's shoulders relaxed ever so slightly. Lawrence continued. "My client, Mrs. Sophie Beckett, does not seek alimony. She does not seek ownership of Beckett Holdings. She does not seek compensation beyond what the law reasonably provides." A brief pause. "She seeks only one thing." Lawrence turned a page in his binder. "To end a marriage that has irretrievably broken down." The courtroom remained quiet.

I had the divorce papers ready by evening. I called my lawyer, Mr Hartley, someone who didn't ask too many questions. I told him exactly what I wanted-a clean break. No alimony. No fighting over assets. I just wanted my freedom and my dignity, what little I had left of both. He prepared the papers quickly, and I signed my name with a hand that barely shook. Part of me expected to feel relief when I did it. Part of me expected to feel liberated.

I walked up into my lawyer's office with my neck held high, although there was queasiness inside. "I want a divorce," I said earlier than he could even greet me. He set down his pen and sized me up carefully. "Mrs. Cole-" "Isabella," I snapped. "Just Isabella. Don't call me by his name again." He furrowed his brow but nodded. "Isabella, divorce from Adrian will be messy. His team will fight tooth and nail to protect his reputation. Are you ready for that?" "I don't care what they fight for. I'm not staying in this sham another second. Draft the papers."

The divorce attorney looked at me like I was lying. Not because my story didn’t make sense—she’d heard worse—but because of what I didn’t ask for. “No spousal support?” she repeated, pen hovering above the page. “Mrs. Hayes, given the length of your marriage and your husband’s income—” “I don’t want his money,” I said. She studied my face, searching for anger, desperation, leverage. She found none. “It’s not about pride,” I added calmly. “It’s about severance. Clean. Final.”

"He's become the biggest nuisance in my life." "God, Sophie, he really is the world's biggest douchebag." She shook her head, jaw tight with anger. "What are you going to do?" "I don't know." "Let me handle it." Her voice went firm and final. "I will get you that divorce, no matter what. I'm taking your case." I smiled. She is an amazing lawyer. "Thank you, Lily. I wanted to tell you sooner but you were busy with other cases and I didn't want to bother you."

Maybe I really should start living in the moment. By then, dawn had broken. I grabbed my phone and called my lawyer, asking him to draft a divorce agreement. I emphasized that I was willing to leave the marriage with nothing. The reason Lucy never wanted a divorce before was that she feared I’d take half her assets. Now that I was willing to walk away empty-handed, she wouldn’t have any reason to refuse. My lawyer had known us since the beginning. He was the one who handled our legal work back when the company was just a tiny startup, so he understood our situation better than anyone. After listening quietly, he stayed silent for a long moment.

The divorce. The divorce. Mia wanted to meet and talk about it. She wanted to sit down and figure out how to split everything. I didn't know how I felt about that. Part of me was relieved that she was finally leaving. Part of me didn't care at all. But I wasn't stupid. I knew what she wanted. She wanted money. She wanted to walk away with half of everything I'd built and she thought she could just demand it because we were married. I sat up and grabbed my phone again. I scrolled through my contacts until I found my lawyer's number. Richard. I pressed call even though it was the middle of the night.

Now she had to witness him sucking another woman's tongue. Did she taste better? Wasn't an amateur? Crazy thoughts ran through her head. Rage even ran through her. He had a girlfriend, and he was always flirting with her. Men were just the same. She headed into the shower and allowed the water to cool her down. Her phone began ringing. Another call from Liam's lawyer. She found a dress in her closet and headed out to meet her lawyer. After a few hours, she was finally done stating her terms for the divorce. She didn't want anything from Liam and also didn't want him to control her life anyway.

Chris said with satisfaction on his face. “Likewise,” Jackson replied. He then waited for Chris to put the documents into the folder and sit back in his chair before Jackson said, “I am glad that we got this done. But it's not the reason that I wanted you here.” Chris immediately rested the folder on the table's smooth surface and turned his attention back to Jackson. Then he faintly smiled and asked, “What is it then?” “I need a lawyer.” “For what?” It grew silent for quite a while. Then Jackson deeply sigh and said, “I want to divorce my wife.”

So why was I standing here, my heart pounding, my mind racing, my body aching for something I’d sworn I never wanted? I grabbed my phone, my fingers flying over the screen as I pulled up my lawyer’s contact. "Enough," I muttered. "Focus on what matters." The divorce. My company. My life. I hit call, the phone ringing twice before my lawyer’s smooth voice filled the line. "Ms. Elena. What can I do for you?" "It’s time," I said, my voice steady, my resolve hardening. "Graham hasn’t signed the papers. I want to move forward with the court."