Scarlett sat calmly on one side of the long table, her hands folded neatly in her lap as she faced the end of a marriage that once meant everything to her. She wore a simple cream sweater with no jewelry, and her wedding ring had been gone for several days already.
Across from her sat Logan, perfectly composed in an expensive navy suit with a polished watch glinting under the conference room lights. His smile was confident and sharp, the kind that suggested he believed he had already won.
“Let us not drag this out,” Logan said as he slid the papers toward her with a casual motion. “We are both tired, and this marriage clearly did not work.”
“Did not work,” Scarlett repeated softly while her eyes rested on the bold title printed at the top of the document that read Dissolution of Marriage.
“Do not act like the victim here,” Logan continued with a sigh that sounded rehearsed and dismissive. “You were a waitress when I met you, and I honestly thought I was helping you by bringing you into a better life.”
He leaned back in his chair and smirked, clearly enjoying the way he framed the story in his favor.
“But you never really belonged in this world,” he added, his tone growing colder. “You do not know how to dress properly, you cannot talk to investors, and you always seem out of place in important situations.”
