“You will also assume full responsibility for the business debts you accumulated during the marriage.”

Scott’s lawyer looked at the papers, then looked at Scott with a grim expression.

“If you don’t sign this, they will proceed with the probate hearing,” the lawyer whispered.

“The court will likely award her the same terms, plus legal fees.”

“And you could face charges for violating the restraining order.”

Scott stared at the silver pen in the middle of the table.

His hand hovered over it, trembling slightly before he gripped it.

“Avery, please,” he said, looking up at me.

“We were married for seven years.”

“You can’t leave me with nothing.”

“You did this to yourself, Scott,” I said.

“You wanted everything, and you didn’t care who you hurt to get it.”

“Now you have exactly what you earned.”

He looked at Kayla, who was now staring at her phone, refusing to meet his eye.

The silence in the room stretched until the only sound was the distant hum of traffic below.

Scott reached out and picked up the pen.

He signed his name on the designated lines with quick, jagged strokes.