She didn’t ask him anything else.
“Thank you, Mr. Graves.”
Her voice was polite.
Magnus felt something twist in his chest.
She calmly took off the bag hanging from her shoulder and pulled out a set of papers. She placed them on his desk and slid them across the desk toward him.
“Please sign these divorce papers. We’re done.”
Magnus stared at her, disbelief spreading across his face.
“What—”
“I’ll move out immediately,” she continued, cutting him off without hesitation. “And I’ll inform your mom as well. Don’t worry about it.”
His brows knitted tightly. He stared at her as if he had misheard.
His phone buzzed on the desk, breaking the silence, but neither of them looked at it.
Sophia met his gaze one last time. Her eyes were cold. Empty.
Then she turned and walked out.
She didn’t slam the door.
She didn’t look back.
She left quietly — as if he wasn’t even worth her anger anymore.
The soft click of the door closing echoed in the office.
Silence.
Magnus stood there, unmoving.
Then his gaze dropped to the papers on the desk.
The bold word at the top burned into his vision.
DIVORCE
His expression darkened. His body tensed, rage flooding through him.
In one swift motion, he snatched the papers off the desk and ripped them apart. The tearing sound split the quiet room.
Without hesitation, he flung the shredded pieces into the air. White scraps scattered around him, drifting to the floor like ruined promises.
“Divorce?” he spat through clenched teeth. “Dream on.”
His chest rose and fell hard, breath rough, fury blazing in his eyes.
“There won’t be any damn divorce,” he said, voice low and shaking with restrained rage, “unlessI ask for it!”
***
An hour later, Sophia sat across from Camila, her back straight, her hands folded calmly in her lap.
