During her Fashion Week prep, Eleanor hadn't fully lost sight of the divorce agreement sitting with Julian.
She couldn't refuse the ten percent he wanted to hand over. Either she accepted it meaning the marriage ended, but a professional tie remained or the whole agreement collapsed again.
After turning it over endlessly, she decided to accept.
She signed all three copies first, then waited for Julian to land back in the country.
This time... it was actually happening.
Sitting in her office, Eleanor stared at the agreement, a tangle of feelings she couldn't fully sort through.
She wouldn't miss Julian. Wouldn't miss this broken marriage either.
If there was anything to mourn, it was ten years of her youth, poured into something that never deserved it.
Her phone buzzed once. Julian'
