Carter’s fingers were already moving, dialing. He turned away, pacing toward the window as the phone rang. Lauren stepped closer to the island, lowering her voice.
“You think this is a win?” she whispered. “You just signed your marriage away.”
I looked at her—really looked at her.
At the woman who had sat in my living room, laughed at my table, held my hand during my pregnancy… while carrying on with my husband behind my back.
“No,” I said quietly. “I signed his.”
Her expression faltered.
Across the room, Carter’s voice rose. “What do you mean ‘it’s enforceable’?… No, that doesn’t apply to me—… because I didn’t—”
He stopped.
Listened.
Then went very, very still.
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