Derek slid a folder toward me across the polished table. "Sign at the tabs. Let's not drag this out."
I picked up the pen. My hand didn't shake, which surprised me more than it should have.
"This marriage stopped making sense a long time ago," Derek said, watching me sign like he was checking a box on a list. "I think we both know that."
"Do we?" I asked.
He finally looked at me. "Claire, come on. You were a waitress when I met you. I gave you a life most people would kill for. I thought you'd grow into it. You never did. You made investors uncomfortable. You didn't know how to work a room. You never understood what it takes to stand next to someone like me."
Vanessa didn't even look up from her tablet. "Remember the homemade pot roast she made for the whole executive team? I have never been that uncomfortable in my life."
