Seeing me calm, her expression faltered, but it quickly hardened again.
“Arson and assault. That’s enough to land you in prison for years.”
She pulled a document from her purse and then tossed it onto the bed.
“Sign it. I had the lawyer redo the divorce agreement. For the sake of what we had, I might be able to convince Harry to drop the charges, but only if you leave with nothing.”
I flipped through the document.
The last page was already signed, her elegant signature sitting neatly on the line.
“Fine.”
I picked up the pen and signed without hesitation.
With one final signature, our seven years of love were closed.
