I pushed open the office door.
The first thing I met wasn't Dante's gaze. It was the thick divorce agreement in Lucas's hands.
The vast office was silent. The air felt so heavy that it was hard to breathe.
Lucas stepped forward, placed the divorce agreement gently in the center of the desk, and cleared his throat.
"Sera, you can review the asset division clauses first. If you have any objections, we can discuss adjustments."
I picked up the pen beside the desk. My gaze moved mechanically over the terms on the page.
The agreement gave me a coastal vacation villa, a large lifetime trust fund, and shares in several strong public companies.
In every material sense, he had left me wealthy, comfortable, and dignified.
But after reading through the entire agreement, I saw that only one t
