A groggy voice came from the other side, thick with sleep.
“Yeah… what is it?” Jasper grumbled with a yawn. There was rustling on his end, like he had rolled over in bed. “Even my eyeballs aren’t awake yet, dude.”
A loud groan followed.
“And why are you calling me? I’m literally in the other room.”
“Jasper,” Amara said quickly, almost breathless as she pushed her hair away from her face, “Elias just called me. He agreed to the divorce. I have to be at the courthouse at nine.”
There was complete silence for exactly one second.
Then suddenly—
A loud thump echoed through the call.
Followed by hurried footsteps.
Amara barely had time to blink before her bedroom door flew open so hard it slammed against the wall.
She jumped violently and instantly yanked the blanket to her chest.
“Jasper!”
He stood at the doorway breathing heavily, his hair sticking up in every direction, his shirt half twisted like he had thrown it on in the dark. His face still looked sleepy, but his eyes were suddenly wide awake with shock.
“Are you serious?” he asked, stepping fully into the room.
Amara nodded quickly.
The second he saw her expression, Jasper gasped dramatically and slapped both hands over his mouth.
“Finally!”
Then his entire face lit up.
“Do not worry,” he declared loudly. “I will personally prepare the greatest divorce revenge dress this world has ever seen.”
Before she could even answer, he spun around so fast his shirt nearly flew with him.
“I’m calling the boutique!” he shouted while marching down the hallway at full speed. “They better deliver in an hour!”
Amara stared after him for a second before laughter escaped her lips. She dropped back slightly against the headboard, smiling so hard her cheeks hurt.
For the first time in a long while, she felt light.
The next few hours passed in a blur.
By the time they reached the courthouse, the sun was already high in the sky. Amara was dressed flawlessly, her makeup soft but elegant, her entire appearance glowing with confidence.
Thankfully, the divorce procedure didn’t take long since they were first in line.
And by eleven, Amara and Elias were already walking out of the courthouse with divorce papers in their hands.
Amara stepped outside beside him, practically bouncing with every step. The sunlight hit her face, making her smile look even brighter as she tightly held the papers against her chest.
Meanwhile, Elias looked like someone had informed him the world was ending.
There was a dark cloud sitting heavily on his face as he walked beside her with one hand in his pocket.
