Sasha stared intently at the contract in her hands; she really still wanted it, but she just didn't want anything to do with him anymore. These past two months of her life had been hell, and she had finally decided to move on – or so she thought. But she definitely wasn't going to let him toy with her heart again.
“I don't want it anymore. You can give it to whoever you want.”
Michael bit his lip at that. “But I've been saving it for you,” he murmured, but she still heard him. Her heart skipped a beat at that. *No, Sasha, don’t soften.* “Mr. Brown, I think you're forgetting something here. We're not together anymore, and I really wish you could do me one last favor.” She looked at him. “Sign the divorce papers.”
“You really want that?” Michael asked after a few seconds of silence.
