She heard Jeb arriving that evening while sitting on the beach and watching the waves crashing into the sand. He took a seat next to her, his expression thoughtful.
He started by saying, "Joan, how are you doing? I want you to know that I'm doing all my power to relieve you of Mark. He had you sign a marriage contract, which I've already had my attorneys review. We'll find a method to dissolve it without his presence, but it will take some time."
Her expression softened with relief as she gazed at him. "Uncle Jeb, thank you! I can't fathom going up against him again. But I'm conflicted since Grandma Eleanor is ill. She treated me as though I were her own grandchild."
Jeb sighed, his own worry etched on his features. "I understand. This is not something Eleanor takes lightly. However, just because she loves you doesn't mean you must live under someone else's authority. Joan, you deserve to be in charge of your destiny."
