Handing her divorce papers
“Our companionship has reached its natural end,” Harold concluded, his voice tinged with guilt as his hand emerged from behind his back. In his grasp were a set of papers, and the moment Paula saw them, understanding hit her like a blow. Her face went pale as she took them from him, her fingers trembling slightly. They were divorce papers.

Handing Her Divorce Papers
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Paula nods understandingly
“I understand, Harold,” Paula whispered, her voice a fragile mix of resignation and disbelief. Her hand, trembling slightly, motioned toward the door. “Please, just leave. I need a moment.” The papers in her grip felt impossibly heavy, each word she spoke pounding against her heart like a hammer. Harold’s gaze lingered on her; a fleeting shadow of regret flickered across his face. But he said nothing, and the silence hung between them as he turned to go.

Paula Nods Understandingly