"Don't leave," Alonso said, his hands tightening around my waist as he pinned me to the marble counter. "Alonso," I said, and let my voice be flat. "You're acting dramatic before coffee." He laughed like a man who had rehearsed the inflection. "You know I don't rehearse. I plan." He slid a thin leather folder across the island. A lawyer's business card peeked out. He stood close enough that I could feel the warmth of his suit. He always looked like he belonged on a magazine cover, even when he was trying to ruin me. "What is this?" I asked. "Final papers," he said. "Prenup enforced, signatures needed. It's clean, Lucia. For both of us." I opened the folder. White paper, crisp clauses, bolded line items. The language was polite and exact: 'Waiver of spousal claims', 'Severance of marital obligations', 'Non-disparagement clause.' At the bottom, a signature line waiting for me. "You're divorcing me," I said. "I am," he said. "It's been a long time coming." "Why now?" I asked. He shrugged. "Timing is everything. I'm flying out tonight. Short business. We can finalize before I go." "You're making a scene before I get Liam to school?" I said. He watched me sign as if it would be entertaining. "Sign and it's over without headlines. Refuse and we make a public spectacle that will be...unpleasant for you." "Unpleasant how?" I asked, keeping my eyes on the pen. He