Here’s a rewritten version with stronger curiosity, humiliation, and a sharper cliffhanger: Isabella signed the divorce papers without crying.
Silence did not simply fall over the boardroom. It descended slowly, heavily, like a slab of black marble being lowered over a grave. For a few seconds, no one breathed properly. The long glass table still reflected the morning light from the floor-to-ceiling windows, but the room itself seemed colder now. The polished walls, the…
