Sienna's POV:
At six o'clock that evening, I sat on the sofa.
On the coffee table in front of me were two documents.
One was a copy of the agreement from seven years ago, the one about accompanying Lance.
The other was the divorce agreement.
I had already signed my name. All that was left was for Lance to sign.
When Lance came in and changed his shoes, he glanced at me.
"What are you sitting here for? Have you eaten?"
I looked at him without speaking.
Only after he came closer did I look into his eyes and say, "Lance, let's get divorced."
Lance froze for a moment.
His expression looked as if he had not understood what I said.
He walked over and lowered his head to glance at the documents on the table.
Then he reached out, wanting to pull the agreement away. His tone was full o
