He nodded, relief flickering in his eyes. Perhaps he thought an apology would suffice, that words could stitch together the fabric of trust he’d torn apart. But I had no interest in apologies. I was past that now.

“I want a divorce,” I said, each word precise and deliberate. I watched as the color drained from his face, his features collapsing like a house of cards.

“Claire, please, can we—”

“No, Logan,” I interrupted, a steely edge in my voice. “This is not up for discussion. I’ve made my decision.”