Ethan’s POV

The divorce papers sat neatly on the edge of my desk.

I stared at them, unmoving.

She actually filed them.

Katelyn—the quiet, soft-spoken woman who used to lower her gaze whenever I spoke, who waited for me with meals I never ate, who stayed silent even when I ignored her for days—had filed for divorce.

I picked up the papers slowly, my thumb brushing over her signature. It was real.

For a moment, I just sat back in my chair, still trying to wrap my head around it. Was this ...