Elara's POV
The villa documents sat on my dresser, a reminder of Damien's unexpected generosity. After our conversation last night, I had reluctantly accepted the property. Not because I wanted his charity, but because the fight wasn't worth having. The coastal villa would be the final thread connecting us before our complete separation.
Morning sunlight streamed through the windows as I dressed for the day. Damien had left early for some business meeting, sparing me another tense breakfast with Eleanor's hopeful glances between us.
I checked my watch. Just enough time to pick up Cora from school before heading to my afternoon meetings at YodaVision. Julian had scheduled a crucial development review for our new AI interface, but family came first.
The school parking lot buzzed with activity when I arrived. Parents chatted in small groups while children poured out of the building. I spotted Cora immediately, her dark hair bouncing as she ran toward me.