Divorce Proceedings.
I froze completely.
No.
My eyes moved rapidly across the pages before landing on the signature at the bottom.
Isabella had already signed neatly in her handwriting and my heartbeat slammed violently against my ribs.
No. No, this had to be some kind of emotional stunt. A threat, prank, but the papers didn’t look emotional.
They looked prepared and final.
My eyes locked back onto her signature again and this time, something cold crawled slowly down my spine.
Bella hadn’t threatened divorce during our argument. She hadn’t screamed it, hadn’t used it to manipulate me. Instead, She had already signed the papers before leaving.
The realization hit so hard I actually sat down on the edge of the bed.
Jesus Christ.
My mind flashed suddenly to this morning and slowl
