ASHELY'S P. O. V

The envelope in my hand felt heavier than normal paper should.

I've had it for weeks, I made Kellan sign this, but somehow, I hadn't been able to take it to my lawyer so the divorce process could be finalized.

But now that I was getting my apartment and fixing the pieces of my life, I couldn't drag this longer anymore.

Kellan and I were done. Period.

A hard swallow worked its way down my throat as I held the envelope to my chest. The office was surrounded by charts and ...