stared at the documents, waiting for her to start negotiating. Waiting for he
ed the pen and slid i
he said. "
the master bedroom. Her spine was straight.
opped in the doorway of the bedroom, watching as she pulled
ou doing?"
uits and Hermès bags-she didn't touch them. She reached into the far corner and pulled out her o
ement gives you seventy-two hours to
d. His hands curled in
cking me out o
t him. Her eyes w
d, Hartwell. This is my home now
ike a physical blow
r environment-and to make the divorce go smoothly. But standing here, watching her pack h
oom. His voice droppe
take my son, take my a
king. She turned
a blade. "You gave him away. You signed over sole custody without ev
ked violentl
s not
hool events? When was the last time you read him a bedtime story? You look at that boy and al
wanted to argue, to deny it.
she wa
down a stack of Hartwell's cashmere sweate
nty-two hours to arrange for movers. Until then, you can sleep in one of th
r wrist. His grip w
enjoyi
d, then up at his face. Her
she said. "I'm finally free. That
ched her
of dollars in diamonds-engagement ring, anniversary bands, all of it. She picked up a tarn
single piece of jewe
is son-his only child-was no longer legally connected to him except through a monthly check. His wife-the
an a strange
se shut and dragged it
you going?"
ng around. "I'll be back in three da
heels bumping over the hardwood. She reached the
e and turned to face th
finger, she gripped the platinum band of her wedding ring
. It slid off, leaving behind
e ring down o
in
tal hitting stone ech
n't loo
ulled her suitcase through,
hind her, severing the last
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