Nicholas stood in the living room of the large house that once belonged to Genevieve and smiled as he poured two glasses of wine. Isabella sat on the long sofa with one hand resting gently on her stomach. Soft music played in the background and the afternoon light filled the room with a warm, golden glow.
“It is finally finished,” Nicholas said as he handed her a glass. “The divorce is complete. Genevieve is no longer my problem in any way.”
Isabella took the glass and smiled up at him with bright eyes. “I can hardly believe it is real. She is truly gone from our lives now.”
“Yes,” Nicholas answered as he sat beside her. “Soon we will stand in front of everyone as a proper married couple. No more whispers in the newspapers. No more questions from people who should mind their own busines
