"Alright. But you do realise Archie won’t let this go easily. He’ll either try to hold onto you—or make your life hell for trying to leave."
I had no doubt about that. Archie never relinquished control willingly.
"I’m prepared," I said firmly. "No matter what he does, I won’t change my mind."
Leon studied me once more before nodding. "Then we’ll begin immediately."
He slid a document across the desk, placing a pen beside it. "Sign here. This is the formal petition for divorce."
I took the pen, my fingers trembling ever so slightly. Not out of fear or hesitation, but because this was it—the moment I was finally taking control of my own life.
With a deep breath, I signed my name.
Leon took the paper back, glancing at my signature before meeting my eyes. "You’ve just taken the first step, Wendy."
I nodded. "I know."
Something flickered in his gaze—an unreadable emotion he quickly concealed. I ignored it, focusing instead on the weight lifting from my chest.
"Is there anything else you want me to arrange?" Leon asked, his voice quieter now, as though sensing the storm still brewing within me.