I leaned back in my wheelchair. A sharp pain shot from my lower back up my spine, and my fingers trembled uncontrollably.
The living room was empty except for the spilled soup and the suitcase Adrian hadn't even had time to open.
I took out my phone and called a cleaning service.
"Send two people over. Deep-clean and disinfect the entire living room. And take that leather couch out and throw it away."
After hanging up, I gripped the metal wheels and pushed myself into the study.
A printed document lay on the desk.
I picked up a pen, turned to the final page, and signed my name.
It was the final version of the divorce agreement. Apart from the company shares and assets that were already mine, I wanted none of the jewelry or properties Adrian had given me.
I slipped the agreement int
