For a moment, the world around me blurred. I knew him. Not just as a lawyer. He was someone from my past. Someone from a time before my life had become entangled with Archie Knight.
His gaze flickered with recognition, but it was brief—quickly replaced with the cool professionalism he had always exuded. He pulled out a chair across from me, placing the file on the desk before him.
"It’s been a long time," he said, his tone quieter now. "I never expected you to walk into my office as a client."
I swallowed, willing my emotions into submission. "I didn’t expect to see you here either."
Leon studied me for a moment, as though searching for something beneath the mask I wore. "So, you want to file for divorce from Archie?"
I straightened my spine. "Yes. I can’t continue in this marriage any longer."
His expression remained unreadable. "Are there specific terms you want to include in the settlement? Asset division? Custody arrangements?"
I exhaled slowly. "I don’t want anything from Archie. I just want to walk away."
Leon frowned. "No claim on the estate? Wendy, you do realise who your husband is. You know he won’t let this end quietly."
I met his gaze, unwavering. "I’m ready for whatever comes."