The divorce papers arrived three weeks postpartum.

Simple. Uncontested. Leander was making it as easy as possible.

All Liora had to do was sign.

She stared at the papers for a long time. This was it. The end of her marriage. The final break.

“Having second thoughts?” Dashiell asked from the doorway.

“No. Just—processing.”

“Want me to handle it? I can have my lawyers—”

“No. I should do this.” She picked up the pen. “But I want to talk to Leander first. One last time.”

Dashiell’s jaw tightened. “Why?”

“Because I owe him honesty. Closure. A real goodbye.”

“You’ve said goodbye—”

“Not properly. Not with the truth.” She met Dashiell’s...