Ethan was already dressed, his sleek suit fitting him perfectly. The sharp lines of his attire contrasted with the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.
Mara jolted awake, her heart skipping a beat when she saw him standing over her. She blinked, disoriented. Had she really fallen asleep? She hadn't slept soundly in so long—not until now, not until she had drifted off with him beside her.
"We should go," Ethan said, his voice even.
Mara frowned, irritation flashing across her face.
"You got your thirty minutes. And more," she shot back, pushing the blanket aside. "I'm done, Ethan. I have nothing else to say to you. Just sign the divorce papers."
She swung her legs off the bed, preparing to leave, but Ethan remained unfazed. Hands tucked into his pockets, his expression unreadable.
"That's fine," he said, his voice steady. "But get dressed first."
Mara froze, her annoyance flaring. Was he serious? Why should she dress up just to walk out of his house?
