I set my glass down and reached for the envelope. “And speaking of new beginnings,” I continued, sliding it across the table towards Michael, “I have something for you.”

He frowned, the smile vanishing as he picked it up. The room was silent, all eyes on him as he opened it. His face paled when he realized what he was holding—divorce papers.

“This is absurd, Olivia,” he stammered, trying to maintain his composure. But the confidence was slipping, revealing the man behind the facade. “We can talk about this.”

I shook my head. “There’s nothing left to discuss, Michael. You made your choice clear when you brought her here tonight.”