cruel during an argument.
I pointed toward the apartment papers.
— This was a plan.
He started crying.
I didn’t.
Not yet.
— Come home with me, he begged. We can fix this.
I slowly removed my wedding ring.
His eyes dropped to my hand.
— Seventeen years ago, I promised to build a life with you.
I placed the ring on the hotel table.
— But you built an exit behind my back.
Then I walked out.
Daniel called my name from the hallway.
I kept walking.
By the time he returned home two days later, his clothes were packed into boxes in the garage.
I had already contacted a lawyer.
There were tears.
Arguments.
Apologies.
Promises.
But there was no going back.
Six months later, our divorce was finalized.
