If karma existed, then it was surely a master at meddling in his life, orchestrating every misstep, every downfall with a cruel precision. It was as if it took delight in watching him unravel, pulling the strings on his mistakes, magnifying every wrong choice until they became a web he could no longer escape.
Hunter couldn't tell how long he'd been standing in his office, staring at the divorce papers he hadn’t even known existed until a few hours ago. His mind replayed the moment he uttered those words—words he couldn’t shake off: “Because she’s still my wife.” The memory clawed at his brain, sinking painfully into his heart.
Until that moment, he had assumed their divorce was finalized. They hadn’t talked about taking it to court, and frankly, they had drifted so far apart after everyt
