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Lucas had prepared the divorce papers the same day Annie came back to town. He’d been wanting this for a while, eager to pursue her once more. Just as he’d hoped, I called the family lawyer and arranged to meet at Lucas’s
office.
“I agree to the divorce,” I said calmly, meeting Lucas’s gaze.
He looked a bit startled. The lawyer, Mr. Hepburn, handed each of us a copy of the divorce agreement. I quickly signed my name on the dotted line, my pen making swift, clean strokes across the page.
When it was Lucas’s turn, he hesitated, his fingers gripping the pen until they turned white. Mr. Hepburn spoke up gently, “Mr. Blake, perhaps you’d like to take more time to consider before signing.”
I knew what Lucas was feeling. Maybe even a pet, after years together,
could create some attachment. And here I was, after sixteen years, someone
who had always followed close behind him.
“I’ll take custody of Evan,” he said, his gaze testing me. I nodded.
I wanted neither of them.
Lucas gave me one last, searching look, as if he were trying to find a glimmer of sadness or reluctance in my face. But there was nothing for him to find. With clenched teeth, he pressed the pen down hard, scrawling his
name in large, angry letters.
Satisfied with the financial division, I gathered my things and left Lucas’s office. The room felt emptier in my absence, and Mr. Hepburn shivered
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slightly, sensing the frosty aura Lucas left in his wake.
“Mr. Blake, should we release a public statement about your divorce?”
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“No need. She’s just throwing a tantrum.” Lucas’s expression relaxed slightly, seeming almost reassured by his own words. “Keep this quiet. She’ll be back on her own.”
After all, she’s only forgotten about me and Evan temporarily. She loves us both so much–she’ll remember soon enough. The doctor did say the amnesia is only temporary.
Once she remembers, she’ll be back, probably crying and begging me to take her back. This divorce? Just a way to punish her for forgetting us so completely. Once she returns in tears, I’ll forgive her, and we’ll remarry.
Lucas’s anxiety melted away as he took a sip of coffee. Mr. Hepburn, drenched in sweat, dabbed his forehead with a napkin. Divorce papers signed, assets divided, and yet Lucas thought it was just a phase?
