Don’t Call Me Mrs. Croft
Language: en
Two sets of divorce papers lay on the table between Jack and me. One was his. One was mine. My share was twenty percent of the assets and a villa. He would get the twins, the family estate, and everything else. My eyes scanned the page, and a calm settled over me. I signed. None of the hysteria from the weeks before. Jack’s hand slowed as he watched me, his gaze scorching. “No objections? Not even about visitation rights?” He pushed the papers back toward me. “Once this is signed, you can’t take it back.” I handed the documents to him, a faint smile playing on my lips. “I won’t need…