“What’s this?” he asked, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his voice.

“Just some papers,” I replied, holding them out to him. “I thought it was time you had them.”

His eyes narrowed as he took the envelope, tearing it open to reveal the divorce papers inside. The expression on his face shifted from confusion to shock, and finally to anger.

“You think you can just—” he began, but I cut him off.