Chapter 10 – The Thirty Days
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The thirty days were over.
Camille stood in the lawyer’s office, pen in hand, staring at the thick stack of papers that would officially end her marriage. Her heart felt heavy, like it knew she was about to bury something still alive.
Elias sat across from her, silent. His tie was perfect, his posture unshaken — but his eyes… they told a different story.
> “We just need your signatures,” the lawyer said gently.
Camille signed first, her name flowing across the page like it wasn’t sealing her own heartbreak.
When the pen slid to Elias, he didn’t move right away. He looked at her — really looked — as if memorizing her one last time.
> “If I sign this,” he said slowly, “there’s no going back.”
Camille swallowed hard. “You already lost me, Elias.”
He gave a faint smile. “Then I guess I’m signing my biggest mistake.”
The pen scratched. The deal was done.
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Outside, the city was loud, alive, uncaring. They stood together on the sidewalk, strangers again.
Elias shoved his hands into his pockets. “I hope you find someone who makes you happier than I did.”
Camille blinked back tears. “I hope you find someone who never makes you sign another contract.”
They both smiled — sad, broken, final.
She turned away first.
And with every step she took, Camille knew she had walked away from the only man she had ever truly loved… and the one who had never learned how to keep her.
Camille lingered by the window long after the sound of Elias’s footsteps had faded down the hall. The evening light spilled in, painting the room in gold, but she felt no warmth. Somewhere in the city, the clock was ticking toward midnight — the end of thirty days, the end of their second chance that was never really a chance.
She exhaled slowly, pressing a palm against the cool glass. She had done this before — watched him walk away, convinced herself it was for the best. Only this time, it felt heavier, like she was leaving behind something she could never get back.
Her phone buzzed on the table. A calendar reminder: Contract Ends – 9:00 p.m.
She almost laughed. Two years ago, she had scheduled that notification out of self-preservation — a way to remind herself that their arrangement was temporary, a transaction, nothing more. Now it felt like a warning she hadn’t been ready for.
A memory surfaced without permission.
The day they signed the deal.
She had sat across from him in another cold office, the air thick with legal jargon. He’d handed her the pen with that same unreadable expression.
> “You don’t have to do this,” he’d said, almost under his breath.
> “Neither do you,” she had replied.
They had both signed anyway.
Now here she was, on the other side of that promise, feeling like she’d lost more than she’d gained.
Her suitcase sat by the door, already packed. She glanced at it, then back out at the skyline. Somewhere out there, Elias was probably telling himself it was for the best too. Maybe he even believed it.
A knock at the door startled her. She turned, heart leaping, but it wasn’t him. The doorman held out an envelope.
“From Mr. Carter,” he said.
She took it, fingers trembling slightly as she broke the seal. Inside was a single sheet of paper, folded once.
For when thirty days isn’t enough.
Beneath it, a coffee shop loyalty card — five stamps already filled. Their old place.
Camille’s chest tightened. It wasn’t an apology, not a declaration, just… a door left open.
She slipped the card into her purse without thinking.
Closing her suitcase, she took one last look at the apartment, the walls that had seen their worst arguments and quietest mornings. Then she stepped out, pulling the door shut behind her.
Some endings were clean. Some left threads you couldn’t quite cut.
And some — she thought, fingers brushing the card in her purse — were just the beginning of something you didn’t have a name for yet.
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