“I have a few more questions.” Ian’s voice stopped her in her tracks.
Eleanor turned, fixing him with a calm look. “Is there something else, Mr. Goodwin?”
“I’m not satisfied with your team’s current progress.” Ian arched a brow, his impatience undisguised.
Eleanor blinked in disbelief. Was he actually criticizing their pace?
“Mr. Goodwin, scientific research takes precision. We can’t afford mistakes.”
Ian’s tone was cool. “Regardless, I expect significant results within three months. No later.”
With that, he stood, collected his papers, and strode out, leaving everyone in the conference room silent and a little stunned.
To them, the progress so far was already impressive. But clearly, it wasn’t enough for Mr. Goodwin.
Eleanor steadied herself for a moment before finally leaving Meridian Dynamics.
That night, she texted him: “City Hall, tomorrow at ten.”
The thirty-day waiting period was over. It was time to finalize the divorce.
His reply came quickly. “Fine.”
Clearly, he’d been waiting for this too. He hadn’t wasted a single day.
The next morning, Eleanor kissed her daughter goodbye outside the school gates, watching her skip inside before she got into her car and headed for City Hall.
Today, she would walk away with those divorce papers. No turning back.
At ten o’clock sharp, Ian arrived. They handed over their documents, and less than ten minutes later, two crisp divorce certificates sat on the desk between them.
Eleanor picked hers up, double-checking the details. Across the desk, Ian did the same, flipping through the pages—making sure it was real.
She was ready to leave when his voice stopped her, lingering in the air. “Eleanor, is this really the outcome you wanted?”
Her steps faltered, but she didn’t answer. She didn’t need to. Inside, the answer was clear.
“I bet Vanessa can hardly wait,” Joy said, rolling her eyes. “She must be thrilled now. Letting Ian go so easily—she doesn’t deserve to get off that cheap.”
Eleanor grinned. “What, should I have kept him till the holidays?”
Joy burst out laughing. “No need. You’ve got money, looks, time, and your daughter. Honestly, your life’s looking pretty fantastic.”
As they chatted, Joy couldn’t help but ask, “So, Ellie, someone as amazing as you—there must be a few admirers out there?”
Eleanor blinked, caught off guard. “What?”
“How many?” Joy pressed.
“None!” Eleanor protested. Even if there were, she wasn’t interested—not now.
Joy just smiled, letting it go. She knew that soon enough, Eleanor would have plenty of admirers, and maybe then Ian would realize what he’d lost.
Not that it would matter. Even if he came crawling back, Eleanor would never take him back. Not a chance.

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