“Don’t think too much about it,” Ryle assured, pushing the divorce agreement toward me. “Atlas has already signed,”

My heart sank into my chest, I reached for the documents and his signature was there, scribbled.

It was funny, all this time, I wanted him to divorce me, and today, when I wasn’t sure if I could bear another moment away from him — Atlas Volkan was walking away.

“Julia,” Ryle snapped me back to reality, “Everyone is waiting downstairs. Wear the dress and ...