On the day we gathered to finalize the divorce, Adrian arrived in a wheelchair, pushed forward by two of his personal bodyguards.
To my surprise, he had also ordered his men to bring Mia along. The guards held her firmly by the arms, forcing her onto her knees directly in front of me, forcefully pushing her head down to make her face the floor.
Mia's tears spilled over her cheeks, dripping rapidly onto the linoleum as she choked back her sobs. "I am so sorry, Scarlett. I shouldn't have provoked you. I shouldn't have slandered your name or lied about what happened..."
Adrian watched her weep without a single trace of his former affection, his expression entirely devoid of the tenderness he used to shower upon her. There was only a freezing, detached indifference in his eyes. "Scarlett, I
