“Cut the formality,” I said, placing the unsigned divorce documents on the desk. “I want this done. Today.”
He cleared his throat. “Thalia… this isn’t just anyone. We talked about this already. Troy Green’s family—his father owns a third of the east-side properties. His name opens doors. He has connections that could bury me.”
I leaned forward, locking eyes with him. “And I’ve lived two years of silence. Two years of cold rejection. Two years of pretending my marriage wasn’t a farce. There’s no love here. There never was. Just a man obsessed with someone who isn’t me.”
He shifted, uncomfortable. “Still—”
“I’m not asking for your sympathy. I’m begging you to do your job. Get me out of this cage.”
He stared at me, then finally sighed. “Fine. I’ll file it. It’ll take a few days. But once it’s in, it’s done… and if he says no, I don’t have any say on it.”
My throat tightened. I nodded. “Thank you.”
I walked out with a weight off my shoulders and a new one building in my chest.