Ruby's POV

The questioning at the police station felt endless, but when it was over, the officer finally told me I was free to go. Released without charge, he said.

I stepped out into the daylight. John was waiting just outside, looking like he hadn’t slept.

“Ruby,” John started softly, almost cautious.

I cut him off. “When are we filing for divorce?”

He blinked, taken aback. “Now? You just walked out of the station—”

“Today,” I said firmly. “No more delays. We do ...