Clara
Sebastian's legal team finalized the divorce papers within two weeks of his board announcement, the timeline moving considerably faster than either of us had originally anticipated, buoyed by the restructuring's continued stability and the public's surprisingly measured reaction to his disclosure.
We met in his study to sign the final documents, the same room where he'd once shown me the settlement terms of our arranged marriage, the same room where I'd agreed, out of desperation and gratitude, to a partnership neither of us had chosen out of love.
"Strange, isn't it," Sebastian said, sliding the papers across the desk toward me. "Ending something in the same room where we started it."
"Fitting, maybe," I said, signing my name where indicated. "We built something honest here, eve
