|Katherine|
I stood silently behind his chair, my arms folded loosely, watching as his fingers moved across the keyboard with the same precision he seemed to live his entire life by. Each keystroke was sharp, the sound echoing faintly in the quiet of his office. The words began to fill the blank document on the screen—short, precise, stripped to only what he deemed essential from our mistaken marriage.
The first condition made my brows twitch upward.
Above all else: do not disturb him at work.
If he was busy, I had to wait—no matter how urgent I thought it was. It wasn’t phrased cruelly, but the message was clear enough. His time came before anything I had to say.
The second condition was even colder. We were to act like husband and wife only when the situation demanded it—for appea
