The courthouse.
In just ten minutes, Naomi walked out with the divorce certificate she'd been waiting a full month to get.
"Naomi, we could still" Ethan started, remembering something the old man had said.
As if she'd already known exactly where this was headed, Naomi cut him off with a flat, cold look. "Ethan. Let's not cross paths again after today."
Whatever he'd been about to ask died in his throat. His fingers curled tight, and he thought back to the plan Chloe had laid out for him. "Naomi. Don't come to regret this."
He turned and walked off fast.
Watching his back retreat, Naomi felt nothing at all. Her mouth curved, faint.
"Ethan. I won't."
She tucked the certificate into her bag and drove straight to the Sinclair bid venue.
The second she arrived, Naomi spotted two figure
