The towering glass façade of Ravenwood Law reflected the golden hues of the late afternoon sun as
I stood before it, my resolve solidified. Today, I was filing for divorce from Archie Knight.
I stared at the entrance, my breath steady yet weighted. For too many years, I had allowed myself to be a fool, trapped in a marriage that had been nothing more than a carefully constructed illusion. But no more. If Archie had chosen his path with Claire, then I would carve out my own.
With purposeful steps, I entered the building, my heels clicking against the polished floor of the near-empty lobby. The receptionist directed me upstairs, leading me to an office at the end of a long, cool-toned corridor. The air-conditioning was crisp, but it did nothing to quell the fire in my chest.
I took a seat in a sleek leather chair, my hands clasped in my lap, fingers curled into fists. It wasn’t long before the door opened, and a man stepped inside, a file in hand.
"Good afternoon, Mrs Knight," came his deep, measured voice.
I turned towards him—and felt the ground shift beneath me.
Leon Aldrich.