Kingsley’s car screeched to a stop outside Beth’s house.

His heart was thudding wildly in his chest as he ran up the steps, his fists tightening on the signed divorce papers.

He barely knocked, just one light tap, before the door swung open.

Beth stood there, radiant in a pale silk robe, her golden hair loose around her shoulders. Her blue eyes widened in surprise.

“Kingsley?” she breathed. “You’re here?”

Without answering, he pulled her into his arms.

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