The tip of my pen touched the final line of the divorce decree at exactly 10:03 a.m.

The clock on the wall clicked once—sharp, precise, final.
I had imagined this moment a hundred different ways. Tears. Anger. Maybe even regret.

But when it actually came… there was nothing.
No breakdown.
No dramatic words.
Just silence.
A deep, hollow silence—the kind that comes after a war you didn’t realize you were losing until it was already over.

My name is Natalie Hayes.
I’m thirty-two years old.
A mother of two.
And as of five minutes ago…

I was no longer Ethan Cole’s wife.