ELORA'S POV
It's been three years.
It's been three since I gave Lucian the divorce papers. Three years since I stated in those papers that I wanted nothing—no property, no money, no ties. Just freedom. And yet…still nothing from him. No signature. No closure.
He sits there across from me now, calm as ever, like he hasn't been f*****g my half-sister's brain out every night. I was about to ask him about the divorce papers when someone knocked at the door.
“Come in,” Lucian's deep voice called out, f*****g smooth and unbothered.
The door opened and he walked in. Lucian’s brother, Alex. The only person in Lucian’s family that doesn't hate my guts aside Lucian’s grandmother.
“Hey brother,” Alex greeted Lucian first before turning to me. “Hi, sis. How are you feeling?”
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