Mark didn’t even bother to look at me. “She’s always been stuck in the past,” he said with a shrug. “Guess that’s where she’ll stay.”
The lawyer slid the last stack of papers across the table. My hands trembled as I signed my name—one last signature to end twelve years of marriage. Twelve years of trying to hold together a love that had already crumbled long ago.
Then they were gone—walking out arm in arm, whispering, laughing, free of me. Their perfume and arrogance lingered long after the door closed. I sat still, staring at the ink drying beside my name. That was the moment I thought my story had ended.
But sometimes life waits for you to fall apart before it begins again.
The Phone Call That Changed Everything
My phone buzzed, jolting me from my daze. An unknown number flashed across the screen. I almost ignored it—what good news ever comes from a strange number?
Still, something deep inside told me to answer.
