Braelyn's POV
When I signed the divorce agreement, my hand did not tremble. That surprised me more than anything else.
I expected something sharp to rise in my chest, anger or relief or even sadness, something with edges that I could recognise and hold onto. Instead, there was nothing like that. Just a quiet emptiness, as if I had been looking at something already finished for a long time and only now putting a name to it.
It felt less like ending a marriage and more like confirming something that had stopped existing ages ago.
Lucien did not rush me. Raphael did not speak. The room stayed still until it was over. My gaze fell on the last page both of our signatures were there together.
When I finally set the pen down, I realised my life had not changed in that moment. It had already changed long before, and this was only paperwork catching up. Even now watching Raphael giving me a long over dued apology. I was calm inside. Too calm for the situation.
