LAURA’S POV
The night air slapped me in the face as I left the bar, heels clicking against the pavement, my heart shattering with every step.
So this was it.
I thought Elijah and I had turned a corner.
But I was wrong.
The taste of his lips was still on mine, yet the word “divorce” echoed louder in my mind than anything else.
I wrapped my arms around myself as the truth unraveled again.
Those divorce papers weren’t new.
They’d been prepared months ago—when I was rotting in a jail cell, accused of trying to harm Astrid.
Even now, knowing Astrid framed me, the sting of betrayal still lingered.
And Aunt Ivy?
She wanted the divorce finalized. Tonight’s kiss meant nothing to her.
Because Richard—Elijah’s trusted bodyguard—was still behind bars.
And Ivy blamed me for that, too.
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