Zavier spent the entire afternoon seated in the living room.

By the time dusk arrived, the last crescent of sunlight clung forlornly to the tips of the trees, bathing the room in a light both pale and desolate.

He finally stirred, reaching for the phone. His voice was low and decisive when he spoke to Sarah. “Get Esq. Skylar to the villa. I need a divorce agreement drafted.”

On the other end, Sarah froze, her breath catching for several seconds ...