Flora’s POV

The phone vibrates on the table beside me, and for a moment, I just stare at it. I’m not in the mood for more calls, more drama, more unexpected twists. But when I see the caller ID—Lawyer Peter—I sigh and pick it up.

“Hello?”

“Mrs. Davis—sorry, I mean Ms. Flora,” he corrects himself quickly. “Just calling to inform you the divorce papers have been finalized. Both your signatures are required now. Can we arrange a meeting today?”

I glance at the clock. It’s only just past noon. My chest tightens. It feels so… final. Even though I’ve been expecting this.

“Okay,” I say quietly. “Give me a moment.”...