Chapter 350

When the envelope arrived, Riyana already felt something was wrong. It was the same courier service. Same thick paper. Same formal handwriting. For a brief second, she thought maybe he had signed it after all. Maybe last night had shaken him enough. Maybe, just maybe, he had finally understood that she was serious. That hope died the moment she opened it. Ash fell onto the table. Not neatly, not gently, it spilled out like dirt from a grave. Riyana froze. Her eyes moved slowly over the grey-black powder, the burnt corners of what used to be legal paper, the faint smell of smoke still trapped inside the envelope. Her divorce papers. Reduced to nothing. Not even torn. Destroyed. Her breath turned shallow. The lawyer sitting across from her went pale. He had seen angry clients before, but this was different. Riyana wasn’t shouting. She wasn’t moving. That scared him more. Her fingers slowly curled around the envelope. The paper crumpled in her grip. “So,” she said quietly, voice low and s