I take a long deep breath and open the front door to the building housing my lawyer's office. After filing the initial paperwork asking for the divorce, Cameron wasn't exactly happy with me, thus the reason why I didn't even have my phone with me during our stay at the hotel for the launch party. Even though I ended up blocking his number, after all, I know how Cameron is when he's angry or annoyed and he would simply use another number to try to contact me until I agreed to speak with him.

But I've reached a point of no return. His voice and his words no longer seem to affect me in the way they once did. I don't care about his false promises and his shallow emotions that he obviously uses as a manipulation tactic to get what he wants at the time. Even if Jimin and I never go beyond friends, or now friends with benefits... very good benefits, I still would want to go through with this divorce. Cameron unknowingly made the decision to lose me when he first started acting as if I didn't matter. I was just too stubborn to let our marriage fail so easily.

Cameron is a grown man. At this point, it's not a mistake to constantly keep hurting me. It's a choice.

"Bonjour, I'm here to meet with my attorney, Marie Martin," I explain as I step up to the blonde woman sitting behind the receptionist's desk.

Standing up, she asks for me to follow her towards a conference room where mine and Cameron's lawyers are already seated. Upon my arrival, they both greet me with the usual pleasantries before quietly continuing to work away, writing things down and typing things into their laptops while I sit in silence waiting for my future ex-husband to arrive.

Ten minutes, fifteen minutes... thirty.

Just as his lawyer is about to attempt to contact him again, Cameron finally walks through the door, immediately apologizing for being so late and stating that he overslept. Yeah... sure. I can bet money that he was drinking again and didn't set an alarm at all.

As he sits down in the adjacent chair, I can feel his eyes looking over every inch of me while I keep mine trained on my lawyer while she starts to hand out the terms of the divorce as she and I had previously discussed.

The terms are simple; set me free.

Cameron can keep the house; I don't want the bad memories that come with it. My soon-to-be ex-husband can also have everything inside of it. He can keep the car; I can simply get my own. As far as I am concerned, I'm starting a totally new life without any ties to a man that never deserved me and as much as he always liked to believe that I needed him, the fact of the matter is, I don't, and never did. I've always been able to survive on my own and will be able to do so without him once again.

I have no doubts that I loved him and desperately tried to make it work but if there's one thing about me to be said, it's that I'll never fully depend on any man.

Cameron and his lawyer look over the terms, flipping the page at the same time to finish reading that basically all assets will go to Cameron. All he has to do is sign on the dotted line next to where my signature is already scribbled and I'll be one step closer to freedom.

Pushing the paper back over to me, my future ex-husband shakes his head. "I refuse."

"What?" I scrunch my face up in both skepticism and amusement, "What do you mean you refuse? You refuse to have everything...?"

"I refuse to divorce you," he clarifies with a deadpan expression.

My lawyer sighs heavily as she begins to jot some notes down and I turn to face her with confusion written all over my face, "So what do I do from here?"

"We'll have to go to court and a judge will have to rule the next steps. Either he'll be willing to grant the divorce anyway or they may make you go through some sort of trial period since Mr. Scott is denying signing the papers," Marie explains to me and I roll my eyes and sit back in my seat.

"Cameron, sign the damn papers! I don't want to be married to you anymore, I don't want to be disappointed with you anymore. I am done. Shouldn't that be enough for you to walk away? Have some dignity for fucks sake," I do my best to calm my growing temper but it feels as if the oxygen in this room is being sucked out second by second.

I never thought I'd get to the point of flat-out hating him.

Loosening his tie, he leans onto the table and reaches for my hand but I pull back before he can touch it, "Mia, I know I messed up; royally messed up but I don't want us to end like this."

"Jesus..." I breathe out just above a whisper, a slight chuckle with the absence of any underlying humor huffs out of me. "Cameron, just stop. You act like I haven't heard this a million times."

"This time is-"

"Different?" I scoff and shake my head. Standing up, I snatch my purse off of the table and turn to look at my lawyer, "Marie, please contact the court to set up a date to ask the judge to grant the divorce."

Walking towards the door, I stop when I hear Cameron's chair move and swiftly turn to face him with my finger pointed at him, "Do not follow me!"

Cameron's lawyer touches his shoulder as a way to tell him to remain seated. Looking at the two lawyers, I breathe out heavily before grabbing the door handle and pulling it open to leave out.

I made it as easy as can be for him; didn't even ask for a dime for alimony yet he refuses to divorce me. Refuses! What is the point in keeping me around? Does he get some sick pleasure out of making me miserable? Is it a control thing? I'm finally smiling more than I am crying and I no longer feel lonely, even when alone. Feeling lonely in a marriage is far worse than being single.

Why is it that men don't actually want to try until the woman they love is done trying?

Not to mention, there's Jimin. Handsome, sweet, and oh so sexy Park Jimin. I'm not giving up the pleasure and joy I have with him for a man that had years to have those things with me but chose not to. That's quite literally his problem and I will not be putting my happiness on the line; especially for someone who doesn't deserve it.

Stepping out of the building, I take a deep inhale of fresh air and stare up at the sky painted pink and purple indicating that nightfall is upon me. Even though the meeting didn't go as planned, I know that this doesn't stop me from finding my freedom. The judge may want us to try to work it out or go through some kind of trial period so it'll only prolong the inevitable; that soon I will no longer be Mrs. Mia Scott and will be back to Miss Mia Laurent. I just have to hold on a bit longer.

My heels click and clack against the sidewalk as I make my way to the apartment, thankfully not too far away. The walk in the evening air is doing well at easing my anxious heart and as I pass by one of my favorite flower vendors, the warming smile on the little old lady's face as she waves to me melts away the rest of my worries. Everything will be fine, this I do know. Everything always works out in the end.

Sliding in the key to Jimin's apartment, I open the door to the smell of body wash and the sound of water running. I start to hear the hum of him occasionally singing and I smile to myself at the thought of how happy he sounds. Is it conceited of me to wonder if I have anything to do with that?

Walking into the kitchen, I place my earbuds into my ears and press play in the music app on my phone. Grabbing the bottle of wine, I pour myself a glass and lean over the counter to watch as the sun disappears over the horizon and like clockwork, the Eiffel Tower lights up.

I'm going to miss this view when I find a place of my own.

Warm, humid arms wrap around my waist as I feel his front pressing into my backside. Slowly, he plants his lips over and over on my shoulders, working his way up to my neck as I smile at his actions and set my drink down. Turning to face him, I grin up at his unstyled but freshly washed hair and his bare chest that glistens from his moisturized skin.

"How did things go? Are you a single woman now?" Jimin inquires, his fingers gliding up and down on my hips over and over subconsciously.

Smiling as my eyes trail over the faint freckles that decorate the bridge of his nose and slightly over his cheeks, I shake my head, "Unfortunately, it's not that simple. Cameron actually refused to sign."

Knitting his brow, his fingers stop trailing and his arms hook around my waist instead, "Refused? But you gave him everything."

"Mhm," I give a tight-lipped smile, "he's a dick... what else is new?"

Huffing out a chuckle, he nods his head in agreement, "So what's the next step?"

"Court," I simply state. "We'll see what the judge requires from us."

"I can always sneak you out of the country," he raises his eyebrows and picks me up by the back of my thighs as he starts to walk me toward the front door and I hold on for dear life while giggling helplessly. "My parents would adore you anyway."

"But we haven't packed and you don't even have a shirt on!" I laugh as he grabs my purse and twists the doorknob.

"I'll buy one," he shrugs as if he's serious but soon a smile spreads across his ethereal face causing his eyes to go into those cute crescents that I've come to adore and look forward to seeing every day.

Setting me down onto my feet, I playfully push on his chest to have him go back inside. Mid-laugh, we both notice the snooty elderly lady that's always dressed in pearls and heels judgingly staring at us as she locks her front door and starts to make her way toward the staircase.

"Bonjour!" I cheerfully greet her with a wave of my fingers and a wide grin.

Mumbling in French about how young women these days don't know how to keep their sex lives private anymore and how back in her day, women were at least discreet about their promiscuous ways, I giggle and look back at the man still standing in the doorway as the old grump disappears from eyesight.

"What'd she say?" He asks as he casually places both hands on either side of the frame.

"Oh just that you're incredibly sexy and it's no wonder that I can't keep my hands off of you," I give an innocent little lie as I let my eyes linger on the way his biceps flex and his abdominal muscles contract, biting on my bottom lip when my mind begins to trail off to sexier moments with the man standing before me.

Smirking, he runs his finger underneath my chin, forcing my line of vision back up to his eyes. "Did she say that or did you?"

"Guess you'll never know," I giggle when he pulls me back into the apartment, shutting the door behind us.

Cupping my face, he leans down and sensually presses his lips to mine. At a relaxed pace, he shows attention to my top before moving to the bottom, raking his tongue across the smooth pink flesh to ask for permission. My hands immediately comb through his hair at his nape as my lips part more for him as if he commanded it to and we both hum in approval at the way our entire bodies prickle with desire.

Pulling back, his minty breath unevenly blows against my skin while he presses his forehead to mine. "You're so addicting."

It's still weird for me to hear things like that. For the longest, I started to believe I wasn't, that if my husband didn't desire me no matter what I did, then I must not be of anything special. I would see these couples walking down the street from time to time completely enraptured with one another. Even elderly couples would still seem smitten with one another and I began to wonder why I couldn't have that.

Noticing my apprehension to his words, he squats down slightly to get my attention back on him. "Hey, you deserve happiness and you are very desirable. Do you understand me?" He asks in a sweet tone of voice with his brows knitted in concern for me.

Nodding, a tear slips down my cheek that he quickly wipes away.

"Come on," he grabs hold of my hand. "I'm taking you out tonight. You need a night of fun."

Sweet, caring, and oh so sexy Park Jimin. I don't know how the universe put us together but I thank the stars that I have him in my life. He's not only one of the best people I've ever met but he's reminding me that I do deserve love.

He makes me happy.