The conference room at Brighton & Wells Corporation smelled faintly of leather, stale coffee, and the quiet tension that always lingered when something important was ending. It sat high above the skyline of Chicago, where rain streaked across the tall glass windows and blurred the city lights into soft gray patterns.
Scarlett sat calmly on one side of the long table, her hands folded neatly in her lap as she faced the end of a marriage that once meant everything to her. She wore a simple cream sweater with no jewelry, and her wedding ring had been gone for several days already.
Across from her sat Logan, perfectly composed in an expensive navy suit with a polished watch glinting under the conference room lights. His smile was confident and sharp, the kind that suggested he believed he had already won.
“Let us not drag this out,” Logan said as he slid the papers toward her with a casual motion. “We are both tired, and this marriage clearly did not work.”
“Did not work,” Scarlett repeated softly while her eyes rested on the bold title printed at the top of the document that read Dissolution of Marriage.