Timothy's POV

The divorce papers feel heavier than they should when I pick them up from my lawyer's office. Three weeks of negotiations, arguments, and threats from the Wintermoon brothers, all condensed into twenty pages of legal language that end my marriage.

"You're sure about this?" James Carr asks from behind his desk. He's been our family lawyer for twenty years, knew me when I was a kid. "Once you sign, there's no going back."

"I've never been more sure of anything," I say, grabbing the ...