Too Late to Say Sorry novel Chapter 6

The divorce was finalized a month later.

It was surprisingly easy, almost anti-climactic. We met at our lawyer's office, signed the papers, and that was it.

Five years of marriage, of love, of shared dreams and broken promises, reduced to a signature on a dotted line.

I didn't ask for anything – not the house, not the car, not a single penny of his precious money. All I wanted was my freedom. The freedom to rebuild my life, to reclaim my identity, to find happiness on my own terms.

And find it I did.

My company was thriving, my career soaring. I was finally living the life I'd always dreamed of, the life Mark had tried to convince me I wasn't good enough for.

I was surrounded by people who respected me, who valued my opinion, who saw me for the strong, capable woman I'd always known myself to be.

For the first time in years, I felt truly happy. Whole. Free.

It was a few weeks later when my phone rang, the number unfamiliar. I almost didn't answer, figuring it was just another telemarketer or a wrong number. But something made me pick up.

"Hello?"

"Amelia?" The voice on the other end was hesitant, almost a whisper. "It's… it's Mark."

My breath caught in my throat. I hadn't heard his voice in months, not since the day we'd signed the divorce papers.

"Mark?" I repeated, my voice betraying nothing of the turmoil that raged inside me. "What do you want?"

He cleared his throat, the sound raspy, uneven. "I… I need to see you. To talk."

"We have nothing to talk about, Mark."

"Please, Amelia. Just… hear me out." There was a note of desperation in his voice that gave me pause.

We met at a quiet coffee shop, the kind of place we used to frequent in the early days of our relationship, back when we were young and hopeful and caffeine was our drug of choice.

He looked even worse than he had that day on the street. Gaunt. Haggard.

His eyes, once full of ambition and that cocky self-assurance that had both drawn me to him and driven me crazy, were now clouded with regret and something else… fear?

He didn't waste time with pleasantries.

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