He raised his glass.

“I knew you’d thank me eventually.”

I held his gaze, then smiled.

“Actually, I do have something for you.”

His eyebrows rose.

“For me?”

Right on cue, a waiter approached carrying a large black box tied with a white ribbon.

Ryan’s face lit up.

I slid it toward him.

“You could say that.”

He laughed softly and reached for the ribbon.

“You really went all out.”

“I wanted it to be memorable.”

Ryan untied the bow and lifted the lid.

His smile vanished.

Inside was a thick envelope resting on top of two neatly folded restaurant bills.

He picked up the envelope.

“What is this?”

“Open it.”

He pulled out the papers, scanned the first page, and froze.

His eyes snapped toward me.

“Divorce papers?”

I said nothing.

“Claire, what the hell is this?”

He dropped the papers onto the table and grabbed the first bill.