Chapter 3

Leroy's efficiency was honestly jaw-dropping.

Early the next morning, his top attorney appeared in my hospital room, carrying a full stack of paperwork.

Divorce papers, property settlement agreements, confidentiality contracts, everything. The pile was thick, and every page carried the chill of fresh ink.

The lawyer explained the terms to me in a professional manner, but I tuned him out completely.

I grabbed the pen, flipped straight to the last page, and signed "Charlotte Quinn" without a second thought.

My signature was firm, no hesitation, no lingering feelings.

The lawyer looked genuinely surprised by how quickly I signed. He adjusted…