Jessica woke to pale morning light filtering through gauzy curtains, her chest tight with the weight of her decision.
She had done it.
She had walked away.
She had handed Mark the divorce papers and stepped out of the life they’d constructed together.
It hadn’t been impulsive—far from it—but now, in the harsh clarity of daylight, the finality gnawed at her.
If he'd already signed those papers—and knowing Mark, he probably had—they were on the clock. The countdown had begun.
Her fingers curled around the edge of the hotel blanket as a whisper of doubt crept in.
Could she really live the rest of her life without him?
Stop it, she snapped inwardly, sitting up.
She’d cried enough tears. Wasted enough hope. There was no space left for sentimentality. She had made her choice, and she ha
