Paula opens the papers
Paula’s hands shook as she unfolded the papers, her tears blurring the ink until the words seemed to ripple on the page. “So many details...” she murmured into the empty room, her voice barely above a whisper. Every asset, every memory, distilled into cold, unfeeling numbers. She brushed the tears from her cheeks, the paper crinkling in her lap as the weight of reality settled in, sharp and unrelenting.

Paula Opens The Papers
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Realizing the depth
As Paula flipped through the pages, she muttered under her breath, “He’s been planning this for a long time, hasn’t he?” The meticulous timelines and precise details left no doubt—months of secret preparations had gone into this. With a sharp slap, she dropped the stack onto the table, betrayal flickering across her face. “Forty years,” she scoffed, her voice heavy with hurt, “and he’s reduced it all to a spreadsheet.”

Realizing The Depth