Third Person's POV
"Divorce?"
Cliff's voice cracked, the single word hanging in the cavernous church like a dropped stone. His eyes widened, pupils dilating as if the world had just tilted off its axis. "I never agreed to this—"
Vanya dipped a gloved hand into her clutch and produced a neat sheaf of papers. She held it out between two fingers, the heavy parchment fluttering slightly in the draft. "Everything's signed on my side. All that's missing is your autograph."
Cliff stared at the document as though it were a foreign object written in a language he could no longer read. "We had a deal. A wager—my entire fortune against the certainty that you loved me. You can't just walk away from that."
"I already have," Vanya replied, her tone cool as polished marble.
"Consider the bet forfei
