Marcus stood outside the house and took out his phone. His hands were steady, but his chest felt heavy.
He called his lawyer. “I need you here as soon as possible,” he said.
“Is Sophia refusing to sign?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll be there shortly.”
Marcus ended the call and looked back at the house. He had expected anger. He had expected tears. Somehow, seeing Sophia with another man had made everything clearer and easier. He wasn’t going to be having problems with the divorce again.
Twenty minutes later, a car pulled into the driveway. Marcus’s lawyer stepped out with a folder in his hand. “Is she inside?”
“Yes.”
“Has anything changed?”
“No.”
The lawyer nodded. “Then let’s finish this properly.”
They walked inside. Sophia was sitting in the living room. She had changed into a robe, but her
