“I’m on my way back,” he said into the phone.
Aurora held herself still, letting the bitterness wash through her. There was nothing left to say.
He ended the call and put on his coat. He was leaving. A three-year marriage, ended in less than five minutes.
He paused at the door, his back to her. “The settlement is generous,” he said, his voice once again cool and businesslike. “You won’t have to worry about money.”
Of course. Money. The only language he understood. The final payment for services rendered.
The door clicked shut. She was alone.
She walked to the coffee table and picked up the envelope. Her fingers were numb. She slid out the documents. The legalese swam before her eyes until she found the last page. The settlement was staggering. Enough to buy a new life.
