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    Initially, N had been against an immediate divorce because she wanted to ensure Eric would continue to look after Hadley until she found someone new, but now, that was unnecessary.


    “Understood,” Eric responded, pulling out his phone.


    N continued, “The sooner, the better.”


    Feeling the pressure, irritation began to show on Eric’s face as he answered somewhat dismissively, “Monday morning then.”


    “Monday morning? Isn’t that going to conflict with your work?” N asked, slightly worried.


    “It will be fine,” Eric assured her, shaking his head. “Arriving a bitte won’t cause any problems.”


    “Good,” N responded, sounding satisfied. She turned to Hadley, patting her hand gently. “All set then. Does that ease your mind?”


    “Thank you, N.” Hadley offered a grateful smile, her mind not fully at ease until the divorce was official.


    “N, I should get going,” she said, rising from her seat. She added with a hint of bashfulness, “Denver and I have ns.”


    With a knowing smile, N responded yfully, “Well then, I shouldn’t hold you up. Go on, don’t make Denver wait.”


    “Yes.”


    N then walked Hadley to the door and waved her goodbye.


    Eric, still sitting, had just eaten a piece of the tangerine he had peeled. He grimaced as he chewed, saying, “What’s with this tangerine? It’s sour like vinegar!”


    On Monday morning, Denver had taken a personal day to drive Hadley from West Twelfth Alley to the courthouse, honoring her request. The memory of her uneasy walk back from Kingsbridge lingered, heightening Hadley’s anxiety about potentialplications. Moreover, Hadley was concerned that Eric might have a change of mind again at thest moment. Denver’s presence would be reassuring. They pulled up to the courthouse, and Denver reached over to help Hadley with her seatbelt, softly inquiring, “Should Ie in with you?”


    “No, I’ve got this.” Hadley gave a small wave of dismissal.


    “Okay,” Denver said gently, before adding softly, “But don’t forget—I’m just one call away. I’ll stay right here.”


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    “Thanks.”


    Hadley steadied herself with a breath before stepping outside the car into the cool air.


    Across from her, Eric was climbing out of his vehicle as well. It was a familiar scene, echoing their shared path from four years earlier. Back then, they had walked together toward a new beginning. Now, each step took them closer to goodbye.


    Eric arrived at the courthouse reception area with hiswyer, Cristian, by his side.


    “Pay attention,” Cristian instructed softly.


    He nced at Eric, who leaned indifferently on a nearby chair. Cristian opened a folder, revealing a stack of papers, and ced them before Hadley. “These documents were prepared specifically by Mr. Flynn. You never signed off on them before, so let’s take care of it now. Just sign wherever indicated—I’ll manage everything else.”


    Was this about her alimony?


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