My Dear Deadly Husband

Chapter 32

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"Good morning Mrs Sinclair," said the man at the door.

Rose smiled and opened it wider for him.

"You must be the divorce attorney," she said, letting him inside.

The lawyer slowly gave her a small smile.

"...That's right," he replied, gesturing out his hand. "My name is Carl Fitzgerald."

He had eyes that reflected his smile. A small crinkle came around when he lifted his mouth upwards.

"I'm sure you've been awaiting for this moment for years," he said, taking off his coat.

Rose politely took it and put it up onto the hanger before guiding him to Keenan's office.

"I have," she announced, "six years to be exact."

'Six painfully long years,' she thought.

"I understand your concerns and assure you it won't be like that for long," he sympathised.

Rose gave him a thankful smile before guiding him up the stairs towards the office. She held the door open for him and let him go inside first.

He nodded appreciatively as he walked inside and stood there, looking at his surroundings.

Rose followed in behind and closed the door, only to be scared by Keenan's presence right next to it. He was looking quite unkempt.

"Mr Fitzgerald," Keenan acknowledged while leaning against the wall.

"You must be Mr Sinclair," the lawyer said with a professional smile.

Keenan rolled his eyes before walking towards the centre of the room where two chairs sat.

"Let's get this over with," Keenan said with a large sigh while going up to his desk.

"Right," Rose stated. "The sooner we get these done, the sooner we'll be on our separate ways."

Rose couldn't contain the nervousness she'd been feeling for this day. She'd been anxiously looking forward to this moment for years so it was weird that she wasn't jumping over the moon like she thought she would.

"Right to it then," Mr Fitzgerald answered.

The lawyer suddenly rushed around the room towards the two chairs and gestured towards them.

Fitzgerald then waved over for Rose to sit down, which she willingly complied to, and did the same for Keenan. Except, Keenan shook his head, rejected the seat, and remained leaning on the desk.

"Comfy?" Mr Fitzgerald asked her.

"Yes," she replied with a nod.

"Good, good. Then I'll get straight to it," he replied, rummaging through his bag.

As he did so, he suddenly took out what seemed to be a metronome and  carefully placed it on the desk right in front of her.

"So, how was your morning today?" Fitzgerald asked, adjusting the metronome.

Rose raised her eyebrows, a little awkwardly.

"Alright? I guess," she mumbled unsure.

He then worked the metronome, tapping the side when it started to tick with a rhythmic click.

"Not great or horrible?" he questioned. "Just alright?"

"I'm not really sure," she muttered confused.