Part 2: She pushed the envelope toward me with two fingers. “I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.”

I opened it.

Divorce petition. Asset disclosure request. Proposed separation agreement.

Her signature was already there, smooth and elegant at the bottom of the final page.

She folded her hands. “I need space, Nolan. I need to find myself. I don’t even know who I am outside of this marriage anymore.”

For a few seconds, I just stared at the papers.

Twenty-eight years reduced to legal language.

Irretrievable breakdown.

Division of marital assets.

Separate residences.

I looked at the woman across from me. She was wearing a cream cashmere sweater I had bought her for Christmas, diamond earrings I had given her for our twenty-fifth anniversary, and the expression of someone who expected to be begged.

I reached for the pen beside the fruit bowl.

Ava blinked.

I signed.

No speech. No pleading. No raised voice.

Just my name, written clearly beneath hers.

She sat frozen. “That’s it?”—

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