She took a shaky breath and squared her shoulders. The hopeful woman who had walked into The Onyx Club was gone, drowned in the rain and his indifference. “Fine. I agree to the divorce.”
A flicker of surprise crossed his features, quickly suppressed. He had expected tears, pleading. Her quick acquiescence threw him off-balance.
“Good,” he said, recovering. “The papers are already drawn up. My lawyer will contact you.”
He reached into the leather briefcase he’d set by the door, pulled out a thick manila envelope, and tossed it onto the glass coffee table. The slap of paper against glass was unnervingly loud.
His phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen. Seraphina. His entire demeanor shifted. The cold mask softened, his voice dropping to a warmer register.
