The moment I stepped inside, I felt it. That heavy presence. Like the air had shifted.
He was there.
Gusion sat on the couch like he belonged there, suit perfect, phone in one hand, briefcase on the floor. He looked bored. Impatient. Like he was waiting for a meeting to start.
My chest tightened. “Why are you here?” I asked. My voice sounded small.
He stood up calmly, opened his briefcase, and pulled out a thick stack of papers. A pen clipped neatly on top. He held them out to me.
“We need to settle this,” he said. “Sign these.”
I stared at the papers, my hands trembling. “What is this?”
He didn’t even hesitate. “Divorce papers. Everything’s already arranged. Assets, custody schedules, legal terms. I just need your signature so we can move forward.”
Divorce—what?
I looked at his face. There was nothing there. No regret. No apology. Not even discomfort.
“After everything,” I whispered, “this is all you have to say to me?”
He sighed, clearly annoyed. “Miya, don’t make this harder than it needs to be. This is the cleanest solution for everyone. Especially Nana.”
My heart sank.
I stared at the divorce papers in Gusion’s hand, my whole body shaking like I might fall apart any second.