Dominic signed the agreement the next day.
Marcus sent me the scanned copy with a reminder. "He added a clause saying he hopes you'll keep your word."
I stared at the crooked signature, barely recognizable as Dominic's.
"Divorce papers can't grant his wishes. I only promised to meet him."
A month later, I returned to Westbridge.
Dominic stood in the freezing rain outside the law firm.
He had no umbrella. His overcoat was badly wrinkled, and dark stubble covered his jaw.
In the two months since I'd last seen him, he'd grown painfully thin.
The moment I stepped out of the car, he rushed toward me, then forced himself to stop in front of my bodyguards.
"Sienna, you finally agreed to see me."
"You signed. I came to see you once. That was our agreement."
"Do they really have to stand
