Rosalind looked bup /bat the man she’d loved for fifteen years, a faint, ironic smile touching her lips.

    She was leaving, just not yet.

    She’d tricked him into signing the divorce papers, but the mandatory waiting period still stood between her and the final decree.

    Christopher’s game was crystal clear now. He was keeping his home life intact while enjoying his freedom elsewhere. Preparing to have a baby with her didn’t stop him from seeking a “fresh taste” outside their marriage.

    He seemed to believe that as long as he kept it hidden, this charade could go on forever.

    Unfortunately, he’d underestimated a woman’s intuition.

    He had been incredibly careful. But fifteen years together wasn’t nothing. A single shift in his expressionb, /ba subtle change in his behavior, was enough for Rosalind to sense something wrong. And it had led her straight to Latoya.

    Rosalind didn’t me anyone. Fickleness was human nature.

    Christopher could juggle two women if he wanted. But even if she was one bof /bthem, bshe /brefused to be anchored in this stagnant harbor.

    The wide world offered oceans and rivers. She could set sail for new horizons anywhere.

    Rosalind did not need a bman /bto survive.

    “Answer me!” Christopher demanded, his grip tightening painfully on her shoulders. “Why did you pack up all your

    clothesb?/bb” /b

    Rosalind gasped at the sudden pain.

    Christopher breleased /bbher /bslightly, but his intense gaze remained locked on her face, demanding an answer.

    A lighti, /ihumorlessugh escaped her.“These arest season’s clothes. I don’t want them anymore. I’m donating them band /bbuying new ones. Yesterday, you told me to buy whatever I wanted, no questions asked. Are you changing your mind already?”

    Christopher paused, momentarily thrown.“You packed these … to donate?”

    Rosalind nodded. “Seems wasteful to throw them out. Might as well let someone else get some use.”

    Relief washed over Christopher, followed by a smug chuckle.“Jesus, you scared me. I thought you were packing to

    bleave /bme.”

    “Why would I leave? You haven’t done anything wrong, have you?”

    “Exactly. We’re happy. Why would you ever want to bleave/bb?/bb” /b

    The courier, having enjoyed the unexpected drama and a dose of forced affection, was still bmore /bthrilled by the heftymission.

    Fourrge boxes were beasily /bdozens bof /bpounds.

    A major haul!

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    His bmood /bwas buoyant. If you ask me, sir, you’re just overprotective! Ms. Johansen’s a luckydyb. /bbA /bbdevoted /bbman /blike you? Rare breed these days!*

    Christopher tightened his arm around Rosalind’s waist, radiating satisfaction. “Hear that? A catch like me doesn’te along often. Better hold on tight.”

    Rosalind pushed him away once more. b“/bWhere’s my phone? I need to pay the gentleman.*

    After breakfast, Christopher retreated to his study.

    Wednesday mornings meant the executive video conference call. Even working from home, he couldn’t skip it.

    Rosalind made a call of her own.

    “Mr. Beltran? You’ve reviewed the settlement agreement? Once the waiting period ends, getting the final decree should be straightforward, correct?”

    Ronan Beltran, on the other endb, /bresponded, “The agreement itself is sound. No children involved, so no custody issues. You’re not seeking any assets… bIt /bshould be uncontested. However…”

    “However?”

    “When ites time to finalize the divorce bat /bthe courthouse, Mr. Foret will still need to sign the final decree in person. Are you certain he’ll be willing?b” /b

    Rosalind frowned. “Is there bany /bother way to get the divorce finalized without his cooperation?”

    b“/bIt’s extremely difficult.”

    A coldugh escaped Rosalind. She transferred a significant sum to Ronan’s ount. “How about now? Any possibilities?b” /b

     Chapter 6

    Chapter 6.