The Divorce Papers

It had been a few weeks since Sarah had started working at Oliver's company. On the surface, things seemed to be falling into place,she had taken on her new role with determination, working hard to build some stability for herself and the baby. But beneath it all, a growing unease gnawed at her.

John had become increasingly distant. At first, they spoke every night, but lately, he had stopped answering her calls. She would text him, and hours,sometimes a full day,would go by without a response. The excuses had started to pile up: "Sorry, I was busy," or "I was caught up with work," but each time she read his brief messages, they felt more and more hollow.

The doubt that Oliver had planted in her mind continued to grow, feeding off John's silence. Why isn't he picking up? What is he hiding from me? she wondered, each unanswered call another crack in the fragile trust she had tried to hold on to.

Sarah sat at her desk in the sleek office Oliver had given her, staring at her phone, her heart heavy with anxiety. She had tried calling John twice that morning, but once again, there had been no answer. The longer he remained silent, the louder the doubts in her mind grew.

Her phone buzzed, and she snatched it up, her pulse quickening,but it wasn't John. It was a message from Oliver's assistant asking her to meet him in his office. She frowned but quickly gathered her things and headed down the hall.

When Sarah entered Oliver's office, she was greeted by the sight of him standing behind his massive oak desk, a slick smile on his face as usual. He waved her in, his expression calm, but there was something in his eyes,something that made Sarah's stomach twist with unease.

"Sarah, come in. We need to talk," Oliver said, his voice smooth but carrying a tone of seriousness that she hadn't expected.

Sarah stepped forward cautiously, her eyes narrowing slightly. "What's this about?"

Oliver sat down at his desk, leaning back in his chair as if carefully considering his words. "I have something… unfortunate to share with you."

Sarah's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice sharp with concern.

Oliver sighed, pulling a folder from the drawer and sliding it across the desk toward her. "I received some files today that I think you need to see. They're from John."

Sarah blinked, her stomach turning with confusion. "Files? What files?"

Oliver's gaze softened, and for a moment, he almost seemed genuine in his concern,but Sarah knew better. His kindness always came with strings attached. "I knew John couldn't handle this kind of responsibility, Sarah. Once he had a taste of the good life, I had a feeling he'd… drift. And I'm sorry to be the one to show you this, but you need to know."

"What are you talking about?" Sarah snapped, her anxiety spiking. She reached for the folder with trembling hands, her pulse racing as she flipped it open.

Inside were several documents, and her eyes immediately locked onto the bold title at the top of the first page:

Divorce Papers.

Sarah's breath caught in her throat, her vision blurring as the words sank in. She scanned the document, her hands shaking as she reached the bottom of the page,and there it was, in black ink.

John's signature.

She stared at it, unable to believe what she was seeing. Her mind raced, her heart pounding in her chest. This couldn't be real. There had to be some mistake. John would never do this to me. But the more she looked at the papers, the more undeniable the reality became.

Her voice trembled as she spoke, barely a whisper. "This… this can't be right. John wouldn't…"

Oliver leaned forward, his expression sympathetic but tinged with satisfaction. "I'm sorry, Sarah. I truly am. But I warned you, didn't I? When men like John get a taste of something better, they forget the ones who stood by them."

Sarah shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "No," she whispered, her voice cracking. "No, this isn't happening."

Oliver stood up, walking around the desk and placing a hand on her shoulder, his voice soft and patronizing. "I know this is hard, Sarah. But you need to face the truth. John has moved on."

Sarah jerked away from him, her chest tight with anger and disbelief. "You don't know anything about John and me," she spat, her voice trembling with emotion. But even as she said the words, the doubt gnawed at her. Why would he sign these papers? she thought, her mind spiraling.

Oliver sighed dramatically, as if trying to show pity. "I didn't want to believe it myself, but here we are." He pointed at the papers , his finger tapping on John's signature. "That's the reality, Sarah. He's leaving you."

Sarah's world spun, the ground beneath her crumbling as the realization hit her like a freight train. Was this what John had been hiding? Was this why he had stopped answering her calls?

Her mind raced with questions, but there was one that echoed louder than the rest, one that she couldn't ignore.

Why?

Her throat tightened, and she turned to face Oliver, her voice barely audible as she forced out the question that had been clawing at her.

"What… what aren't you telling me?"

Oliver's smile widened slightly, his eyes gleaming with something darker, something triumphant. "There's more, Sarah. You might want to sit down for this."