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Chapter 7 - The Return Journey

By 3:45 PM, a large moving truck idled at the curb outside my house.

I stood by the front window with a cup of tea, watching two exhausted movers carry the heavy leather sectional sofa back up the walkway, their faces dripping with sweat under the autumn sun.

Following closely behind them, walking with his head down and his shoulders slumped under the weight of utter defeat, was Felix.

He didn't look like a victorious conqueror today. He looked like a man who had just realized he threw away his entire life for the sake of his mother’s fragile ego.

When the movers placed the couch back in its exact spot in the living room, Felix lingered in the doorway, hesitant to cross the threshold without permission.

I walked out of the kitchen, stopping five feet away from him.

"Is everything accounted for?" I asked, looking around the room.

Felix swallowed hard, his eyes red-rimmed and hollow. "The television, the appliances, the dining set... it's all back. Exactly where it was."

"Good," I said, pulling a single manila folder from beneath my arm and tossing it onto the coffee table. "Here is the finalized settlement agreement. Marcus drew it up this morning. You sign over your remaining claims to the household accounts, drop all counter-claims, accept full responsibility for legal fees, and in exchange, I agree not to pursue criminal asset concealment charges through your corporate compliance board."

Felix stared at the folder as if it were a venomous snake.

"You're destroying me, Chloe," he whispered, his voice cracking. "After eight years... you're just throwing me away like garbage."

I looked at him—really looked at him—and felt nothing. No anger. No sadness. Just the quiet peace of a chapter finally coming to an end.

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"I didn't throw you away, Felix," I said softly. "Your mother asked for a divorce on your behalf, and you were foolish enough to sign the papers before reading the fine print. I simply gave you what you asked for."

He reached out trembling fingers, picked up the pen resting on the table, and signed his name on the dotted line without another word.

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