"I don't have time for all this rubbish," she said, her voice heavy with disdain.
She leaned forward across the dining table, fingers wrapping around the handle of her handbag with slow, deliberate ease. It was the same designer bag she'd taken with her earlier when she left the house ealier—how could he forget it, he specially had it make for her, he picked the design and oversaw tge whole process, they was only one in the world made and she had it. He remembered the way her eyes had lit up when he gave it to her.
Now, she touched it like it meant nothing.
With an air of finality, she pulled out a thick brown folder from inside the bag and slammed it onto the table with a loud thud, commanding the attention of everyone present. The sudden sound made the maids freeze once again, their eyes darting from Shane to Sophie as they sensed the next storm brewing.
"Sign the divorce papers, Shane," she said, her tone flat—dark and devoid of emotion.
