Winn's brows crept up, confusion tightening his expression. "I don't like it."
"What's not to like? You got what you want." He began collecting the documents with a smooth efficiency.
"Sharona is not the type to walk away without the last words. I don't like it."
"Well, let's take this win, Winn. We deal with whatever comes next."
Winn rubbed a hand over his tensed jaw. The relief he'd expected—the explosion of triumph, the cathartic release—didn't fully arrive. Instead, a steady hum of anxiety pushed against his ribs. Sharona walking away quietly?
But the divorce papers felt real beneath his fingers. Solid. Heavy. Final.
Winn exhaled. He was finally free. After over a year, he was free.
And the reason stood in his mind with more clarity than the signatures on those papers.
Ivy.
The woman who had walked back into his life. The woman with fire in her spine, scars in her heart.
Ivy did this.
She did this even when she claimed she was done with him.
