Six hours

"You have less than six hours to vacate my estate, unless, of course, you would prefer my men to assist you in departing *politely,*" Quinn commanded coldly before turning on his heel and leaving the room.

Belle barely paid his threat any mind. Her attention remained fixed on the divorce papers in her possession. She cared not for his attempts to humiliate her, she had already anticipated his every move. The king and she had long since arranged her departure, knowing Quinn's impulsive nature. That he would resort to expelling her from the estate was a foregone conclusion. 

But, alas for him, she was more than prepared. She would leave without hesitation, never to return.

Staring at the door through which Quinn had exited, a small, satisfied smile crept across her face. "You shall pay for everything soon," she whispered to herself before turning to gather her belongings.