Two weeks slipped by in the blink of an eye.


    A flight from Drexford touched down without incident.


    Outside the terminal, a line of ck town cars waited. Gina climbed into the backseat of her car and closed her eyes, trying to rest. Vanessa watched asn got into the lead vehicle, then followed her agent into another sedan.


    All three wore the same look of exhaustion, the kind only a long journey can bring.


    After dropping his mother off at her house,n headed home. The living room felt cavernous and empty as he sank onto the couch, made a few brief calls, then rubbed his temples and trudged upstairs to rest.


    He had just finished showering when his phone rang. He reached for it, answering with a curt, "Hello?"


    "Mr. Goodwin, I''ve sent the divorce papers to your email."


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    Still in his robe, he made his way to the study, opened hisptop, and clicked open thewyer''s email. He squinted as he read through the contract, then ced a call in response.


    "No issues. I''ll print it out tomorrow."


    "Mr. Goodwin, I can handle this for you if you''d-" thewyer began, butn cut him off coldly.


    "This is my decision."


    "... Understood."


    He checked the time, then sent Eleanor a text: Meet me at my office tomorrow to discuss the divorce.


    Eleanor had just gotten her daughter to sleep whenn''s message arrived. The tension in her chest eased a little. She replied simply, Okay.


    She quickly texted Frazier, asking him to apany her ton''s office the next day.


    Sleep was hard toe by that night. Eleanor''s mind raced-she hadn''t expectedn to agree to the divorce so readily. Was Vanessa pressuring him behind the scenes? Whatever the reason, it was good news for her.


    The next morning, Joy came over to watch Evelyn. Eleanor and Frazier headed straight downtown to Goodwin & Co. for the negotiations.


    As soon as they stepped into the gleaming marble lobby, Gavin greeted them. "Mrs. Goodwin, wee."


    Eleanor smiled and followed him inton''s private elevator, which whisked them up to the executive floor.


    Frazier apanied her inton''s office, where a distinguished-looking man sat waiting on the sofa. Frazier gave a polite nod. "Attorney Lambert."


    "Attorney Shannon," Hugh Lambert replied, then turned his attention to Eleanor and rose respectfully. "Mrs. Goodwin."


    Eleanor paused, slightly surprised by the deference in his tone, but she nodded politely in return.


    At that moment, footsteps sounded behind her. Ian entered, sharply dressed in a suit and tie. His gaze fell on Eleanor; she met his eyes, noticing how bloodshot and hollow they looked-exhausted, haunted.


    Eleanor couldn''t help a cold, inward smile. This wasn''t about the divorce. Vanessa must have given him hellst night.


    "Mr. Goodwin, you''re here. Shall we get started?" Hugh said, all business.


    contract.


    Eleanor straightened her back and steeled herself. In a matter of minutes, the man before her would be her ex-husband.


    "Mrs. Goodwin, this is Mr. Goodwin''s proposed divorce agreement. Please review it. If there are no objections, you may sign today." Hugh handed them a thick file.


    Eleanor exchanged a nce with Frazier, who took the contract first. "Let''s look through it together, Mrs. Goodwin."


    She nodded, scooting closer as Frazier opened the document. Eleanor''s brow furrowed at the sheer length-it was at least ten pages-but right there in the first use, it stated inly: Custody of their daughter Evelyn would go to Eleanor, and Evelyn would live with her.