Fan Fic
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Rating: K or G
Genre: Angst
Summary: It was raining the day the final divorce papers were signed.
It was raining the day the final divorce papers were signed. The wind howled outside the windows of her lawyer’s office, the sky pitch black despite the fact that it was noon. Miranda couldn’t help but think how perfectly the weather matched her mood, although her icy expression revealed nothing.
Richard was the first to sign, not even looking at her as he scrawled his name on the designated line. His momentary hesitation didn’t escape her notice, but she said not a word. After all, if he really was having such serious second thoughts, he wouldn’t have signed at all.
Miranda’s fingers were shaking slightly as she picked up the pen, but stilled when she tightened her grip. She brought the tip of the pen to the paper in silence, her thoughts drifting to her five-year-old daughters. After she signed Cassidy and Caroline would be the only connection to him she had left-and the one she would never be able to break.
They had already agreed on shared custody, although the twins would be living with her most of the time, and she wondered how hard it had been for Richard to concede to that arrangement without a fight. Admittedly, that was what perhaps pained her the most: the fact that their innocent girls were getting their world turned upside down because their Mama and Papa couldn’t fix the glaring holes in their marriage.
With an inaudible sigh, Miranda signed the paper, letting the pen drop down onto the desk. She didn’t dare meet Richard’s eyes. Her lawyer said something, but she tuned him out, staring out at the pouring rain. She heard the scraping of metal on wood as Richard scooted his chair back and rose, murmuring something that she couldn’t decipher. When she finally glanced back over at the sound of the door opening and closing, he was gone.
Her lawyer offered her a sympathetic smile and held out a hand, but she ignored him, only curtly bidding him goodbye and leaving as well without looking back. Her driver was waiting by the revolving doors of the building with an umbrella in hand. She allowed him to escort her to the car, sliding inside in icy silence.
Miranda didn’t shed a single tear that evening nor showed any reaction to the headlines the next morning that screamed, “Priestly-de Moines Divorce Finalized,” and “No Happy Ending for Fashion’s Former Power Couple.” It was only when she arrived to sit in on a photo shoot a few days later and saw Richard setting up his camera that her cool composure momentarily broke.
She turned in the opposite direction, biting her lip, heartache etched across her porcelain features; wiping away a few tears that had managed to escape. She had loved him, there was no question of that, and-if she was truly honest with herself-she knew that she always would.
End.