"Let's divorce," Kingsley said calmly, placing a set of documents on the coffee table in front of her.
Katherine looked up from where she sat on the couch, her expression unreadable at first—until her brows slowly drew together. "What did you just say?"
"I want a divorce," he repeated, his voice low and steady. "I came with the papers. All I need is your signature."
Katherine's lips parted in disbelief. "You're serious?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "A divorce?"
Kingsley didn't answer.
Her confusion gave way to a sharp, bitter laugh. "After all this time… You're asking me for a divorce? Me, the woman who's been in the shadows for you. The one no one even knows you married. The woman you made invisible so you could pretend to the world you were single."
He looked down, jaw clenched.
"You kept me hidden, Kingsley," she went on, her voice gaining strength. "And I let you. I told myself it was temporary, that it was for us, for your career, for your image. But now you're here, handing me a divorce like it's some business transaction?"
"I didn't mean to hurt you," he said quietly. "But this… it's the only way."
Katherine shook her head, heart pounding. "Is this about Beth? Of course, it is. The whole world saw you kissing her on the red carpet last night. The way you held her, smiled at her like she was your everything."
Kingsley hesitated, then nodded. "I love her."
A silence fell between them.
"I love Beth," he said again. "She's the one I want to spend my life with. The one I can be with openly, without secrets."
"And what was I?" Katherine's voice cracked. "What am I to you, Kingsley?"
He took a breath, his eyes softening for the first time. "You were comforting. Safety. Your eyes… they reminded me of her."
Katherine stared at him like he'd lost his mind. "You married me because I reminded you of Beth?"
He nodded slowly. "I was confused. I told myself I could move on, that I could learn to love you the way I needed to. And for a while, I thought I could."
"And now?" she asked, rising to her feet. "Now you want to marry her instead?"
"She's always been the one," Kingsley said, you can't understand, we have been together before, our story; it's complicated."
Katherine stared at him, eyes glistening with unshed tears. "So I was a placeholder. A shadow."
"I'll make sure you're taken care of," he said quickly. "You'll never have to worry. I'll give you money, property—whatever you need to be comfortable. Just sign the papers, Katherine. Let's end this quietly."
Katherine walked toward him slowly, eyes locked on his. "You think this is about money?"
"I'm trying to make things easier."
"For you or for me?" she snapped.
He didn't answer.
She stood just inches away from him now. "You humiliated me. You buried our marriage like it was something to be ashamed of. And now you want to walk out and play Prince Charming to your precious Beth. But I'm not going to make this easy for you."
"I don't want to fight," he said, voice firm but calm.
"No," she said, stepping back. "Of course you don't. You want everything neat and clean. You want your secret wife to disappear so you can parade your new bride in front of the cameras like a saint."
Katherine turned toward the hallway. "Come find me when you're ready to tell the world the truth. Until then… I'll be in the bedroom."
She disappeared down the hall, the soft click of the door her final word.
Moments later, the silence was broken by the soft footsteps of another woman emerging from the corner of the hallway—Beth.
"She's not going to sign it," Beth said quietly, folding her arms.
"She will," Kingsley replied, without hesitation. "She has to."
Beth looked at him, uncertain. "Kingsley, I don't want to come between you and—"
"You're not," he cut in gently. "You're the one I've always loved. She was just… she was a mistake I kept making. But no more."
Beth gave him a small, unsure smile. "You promise?"
"I swear it," he said. "Go home. I'll call you when it's done."
Beth nodded and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "I love you."
"I love you too."
She turned and left.
Kingsley stood still for a long moment, staring down at the divorce papers.
Then, with a long breath, he walked toward the bedroom.