Chapter 1:

The Final Signing

I smoothed down the front of my navy pencil dress as I stepped out of the elevator onto the 28th floor of the sleek downtown law firm. My heart was racing, but this time it wasn’t from anxiety. Today was the day. The final signature. The official end of my disastrous six-year marriage.

At 32, I, Ava Thompson soon to be Ava Reynolds again felt both exhausted and strangely free.

Henry’s assistant greeted me with a warm smile and led me straight to his corner office. The moment I walked in, my breath caught. Henry Blackwell stood by the floor to ceiling windows, looking every...