He signed the divorce papers on a Tuesday and drove straight to her office, certain he was the one leaving. Through the conference-room glass, she was calm, commanding, untouchable—the woman everyone listened to, the woman who had never once looked at him the way she looked at work. Then a stranger in the lobby asks if she signed. Caleb Reyes used to work for her father. Eight years ago, right before the wedding, he left. Seven years ago, before the vows, she signed divorce papers too—a promise to set another man free. She never took his calls because she promised she wouldn’t, and she keeps her promises. Now her husband stands with the folder still warm from the notary, wondering whether he was ever the ending, or just the marriage she signed to set someone else free.