After the divorce, my regretful husband looked for me all over the world.

“Mr. Sullivan, I just sent you a copy of the divorce agreement. It’s the one my husband and I signed on our wedding day. Are there any issues?”

I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, my fingers unconsciously tracing the edge of my phone.

“Miss Miller, I’ve reviewed the agreement. Everything seems to be in order,” Mr. Sullivan’s professional voice came through the phone. “You have one month until the three-year term is up. Once it expires, the agreement automatically takes effect. You’ll just need to go to the courthouse to finalize the divorce.”

“Alright, thank you.”