Daniel felt a tightness in his chest, and before he could stop himself, the words slipped out: “One more month.”
One month left of the mandatory separation period before the divorce would be finalized. For him, it felt more like a chance for reconciliation—a fragile hope.
Aurora caught the warning behind his words, irritation flashing in her eyes. “What do you want from me?”
“Come home with me.”
He wanted her to come back.
The night before, he’d spent the evening alone, wandering through a house that felt empty and cold, stripped of warmth. Without her, the place was nothing but a shell.
Aurora bit her lip hard, her eyes brimming with tears.
“I don’t want anything to do with you anymore.”
How could she call it home, when he’d never truly treated her as a wife or partner?
She spun on her heel and walked away, her posture rigid, her resolve unmistakable.
The wind gusted through the street, carrying only a sense of desolation.
Back at the office, Daniel barely had time to settle in before Will caught up with him. “The evidence has been submitted. The review board is already looking into it.”
This had been part of their plan, and things were moving in the right direction, but Daniel couldn’t muster any satisfaction.
He simply nodded, his expression unreadable.
Will hesitated, then added, “Your mother came by. She’s not happy about the spending limit you put on her card.”
The truth was, Mrs. Chambers had done more than complain—she’d thrown a full-blown tantrum, berating the executive office staff until the entire floor was on edge.
Disgust flickered in Daniel’s eyes. “Don’t let her in next time.”
Will nodded, then said, “Ms. Quinn is waiting in your office.”
Eleanor had been waiting for quite a while.
When Daniel walked in, she stood up immediately, concern in her voice. “Dan, I heard you and Aurora are getting divorced?”
Daniel crossed the room, his dark eyes shadowed with thoughts he didn’t voice. “There’s still the waiting period.”
Eleanor studied his face, searching for any hint of feeling, then ventured carefully, “Maybe it’s for the best. A marriage without love only drags you down.”
“After all, you only married her because of me.”
“In the end, I’m the one who ruined things for you.”
“I don’t plan on going through with it,” Daniel said simply.
Eleanor’s face went pale, a sudden anger rising inside her, as if something that belonged to her was being taken away.
“You love her?”
“Yes. I love her.” Daniel admitted it openly, without hesitation.
He hated that it had taken him so long to realize.
Eleanor left, devastated.
Aurora, meanwhile, had already found a new apartment closer to Warner’s offices, where she’d soon be working.
She moved in immediately.
A month here, and then she’d be gone—back to Millbrook, like she’d promised Mr. Chambers. Three years away, she had sworn, and she meant to keep her word.
That evening, she cooked herself a proper dinner, a small celebration for her new beginning.
The food was still warm on the table when the doorbell rang.

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