Stanley’s POV

I sit on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on my knees, staring at nothing.

The silence in this room feels heavier than usual.

I keep replaying the scene over and over in my head,Flora sitting across from me earlier today, calmly picking up the pen, signing the divorce papers, and walking away like it meant nothing. No last words. No second glances. Not even a flicker of emotion.

Just… gone.

After everything we’ve been through,our history, our daughter, I paused on that. Aurora isn't my daughter yet she signed those papers like she was closing a business deal. Clinical. Unbothered.

Cold.

I pinch the bridge of...