She paused, then said softly, “Alright.” 

She never liked him—not even from the start. I probably should’ve seen it sooner—Peter ditching his morals the second Cindy snapped her fingers. 

She was his late mentor’s only daughter. Peter, ever the responsible guy, had promised to look after her. So whatever she wanted, he gave. 

Even if it meant giving her a kid. 

“I’ll book your ticket. Lionel will be there to pick you up.” 

Lionel Rinehart. Childhood friend. Aunt Sophia’s golden student. 

After the call, the divorce agreement hit my inbox. I headed to Peter’s study to print it and found a folder full of his chats with Cindy. 

All sweet words and flirty messages. He kept telling her not to hope for more—but I knew better. 

Cindy already owned a part of him. 

He let her believe in the fantasy. Let her stomp all over me. 

But I didn’t love him anymore. Not even a little. Calm, steady, I copied every single message. 

Even if he refused to sign, I had proof. 

*** 

I signed the papers clean, then dropped off my resignation at the hospital. 

Rebecca, the hospital director, looked shocked. 

I smiled. “My aunt wants me to settle down in Hampsburg.” 

“And your husband?” 

I glanced at the clasp on my bag, still smiling. “We’re divorcing. I’m sure the hospital’s heard by now—Peter’s been hanging around OB-GYN. Says she’s his sister, but come on, Rebecca. We’re both women. We know what that really means.”