When he saw me, he stopped for half a second, then let out a thin laugh.

"You really have to make a scene with me?"

I said nothing.

I lifted my numb arm and held the papers out to him.

"Sign."

Finn stared at me for a full ten seconds, then he smiled.

"Fine. Wait here."

He carried the woman into the villa.

I waited from dawn until dark.

Then from dark until dawn again.

He never came.

Not until the sunlight stabbed at my eyes, too bright to keep them open.

Finn finally walked out, leading the girl by the hand.

And I finally got a clear look at her face.

A face full of collagen, dressed in the newest couture, hair in a high ponytail. When she smiled, the dimples gave her away no matter how she tried to hide them.

Finn turned his head to talk to her.

That gentle look on him. I'd seen it before, once.

My eyes stung.

But not a single tear would fall.

He led her forward, and then he saw me.

As if he couldn't believe I was still standing there.

When the girl saw me, she covered her lips, startled.

She grabbed Finn's hand, and the tears came on command.

"Finn, it's all my fault."

"If I hadn't clung to you in bed yesterday and kept you, your wife wouldn't have stood out here all night waiting for you."

Pain rose in Finn's eyes at once. He wiped her tears away.

His voice was pure indulgence. "My little crybaby, this isn't your fault. You just cry so prettily that I couldn't bear to stop."

And he bent down and kissed her forehead.

I pressed my lips together.

Just as I started to turn my head away,

Finn tipped his chin at me.

"Didn't you want a divorce? Get in. We'll go to my office and I'll talk terms with you."

I didn't refuse.

I stepped up and pulled open the passenger door.

The moment I started to climb in, someone yanked my arm hard.

"The front seat in this car is Sara's."

"You sit in the back."

Finn helped the girl in, shielding her.

I'd stood all night.

My legs had long gone numb.

With that one jerk of his hand,

I stumbled a few steps and fell to the ground.

My knee came down on a stone and started bleeding.

The pain made me suck in a breath.

I looked up.

At some point Finn had already gotten into the car.

He was buckling that girl's seatbelt for her.

I forced myself up through the pain and got into the back.

The whole drive, the two of them up front were all over each other.

I said nothing, just looked out the window.

In the office,

Finn set the papers down in front of me.

"I'll only give you the house. Don't think you'll get a single cent of anything else."

"All these years, all you did was sit behind me. You're nothing, so I won't give you anything."

"So, Stephanie, think it over carefully. Are we really getting divorced or not."

"Leave me and you'll never live this well again."

"And you'll never meet another man like me."

"And me? Women lining up one after another, more than I can count, mine to pick from. And you? Off to be some kid's stepmother, where everyone will—"

"Fine."

I cut him off.

I didn't want to hear any more.

Finn froze.

I picked up the pen without looking and flipped to the last page.

The tip had barely touched the paper.

"Stephanie!"

He slammed his hand down on the paper, his face dark. "I'll give you one more chance. Think it over. You really want this divorce?"

"Yes."

I smiled and brushed his hand aside.

"I want the divorce."

I signed cleanly.

I handed it back to him.

"You sign too."

Finn's face got uglier and uglier.

"Stephanie, it's such a small thing, do you really have to—"

"Finn."

My voice shot up out of nowhere, and every grievance I'd buried in my heart broke loose all at once.

"You cheated! And you're standing here asking me if it's necessary? Do you have any idea how sick this is?"

Finn went blank for a few seconds.

Then his hand came up and gripped my shoulder.

"We've been together twenty years. Twenty whole years, never apart once. People get sick of an object after that long, let alone a person."

"Besides, you're free to go find another man. I won't stop you."

In that moment.

I finally understood that the Finn in front of me wasn't the Finn I used to know.

All that was left of him now was something that turned my stomach.

I shoved him off me.

"Finn, don't make me hate you even more."

"Just sign it."

Finn stood there a few seconds.

Then he picked up the pen. "Fine. I'll sign. We'll see down the line who—"

He'd only just written the F.

A tearful voice came from the doorway.

"Finn, I'm bleeding."

Sara stood in the doorway, blood running down between her legs.

Her face was white, her eyes red.

"Finn, my stomach hurts so much."

I froze.

Looking at the state of her.

It looked exactly the way I had, the time I lost my baby.

So.

Finn had gotten her pregnant?

I turned to look at him.

A figure rushed past my eyes.

He'd already swept the girl up and was striding out.

Every step.

Frantic.

All that was left on the desk was a divorce agreement with a single half-written name on it.

I picked up the pen and finished the rest of his signature, copying his handwriting.

Back when he was first starting the company.

He was exhausted past the point of standing.

He'd fall asleep reading over a contract.

It hurt me to watch, so I had him teach me his handwriting.

He'd review them, and I'd sign the contracts for him.

Hundreds, thousands of contracts later.

My hand and his were almost indistinguishable.

Signed, I took it to the county records office.

On the way, I listed the marital house as a resale and sold it cheap.

Then I sent my best friend a message.

And sat at the curb to wait for her.

But half an hour passed.

She still hadn't come.

I was about to call and ask.

Finn's call came through first.

"Stephanie, if you've got the nerve, come find me yourself. Don't send your friend to lose her mind in front of Sara."

I had no idea what he meant.

He'd already hung up.

By the time I got to the hospital.

I walked in just as Madison's hand cracked across Finn's face, screaming through her tears.

"Finn! You animal! You and Steph were together twenty years! Twenty whole years! Now that you've made it, now that you're somebody, you have the gall to cheat?"

"And you got another woman pregnant. After all that, can you even look her in the eye?"

Finn's face darkened. "Why should I feel I owe her anything?"

"All these years she sat in the back like a parasite, like some cold machine, didn't even know how to cry. She couldn't even give me a child after all this time. Why should I stay tied to her?"

"Finn!" Madison's hands were shaking with rage, the tears pouring down her face. "You were the one who told her crying was useless, and now you turn around and blame her for it? And do you have any idea what Steph gave up back then, for you—"

"That's enough!"

I stepped in, cutting her off, and pulled her back.

I looked at Finn.

"Sorry. We didn't mean to disturb you."

Finn stalled for two seconds.

Before he could say anything.

A weak "Finn" drifted out from the hospital room.

He shot me one last sickened look.

"Stephanie, everything you do now makes me sick."

"The divorce agreement. Whenever Sara's better, that's when I'll sign it."

I wanted to tell him there was no need. I'd already signed.

But he'd already turned and gone in.

Madison, beside herself, started after him.

I caught her by the arm.

"All right, that's enough."

"We're going to miss the flight. We need to go."