Her jaw dropped. “You... You filed for divorce?” I nodded. “The day after you left. I wanted to be sure I wasn’t mistaken. I wasn’t.”
She rushed toward me, grabbing my arm, pleading. “It didn’t mean anything. I swear it was just a mistake.” Her desperation filled the room, but it didn’t matter. Pulled away. “You don’t accidentally betray someone who would have given you the world,” I said.
“You made a choice. Now you live with it.” Her sobs echoed through the house we once built together. I didn’t shout. I didn’t slam the door. I picked up my bags and left her standing there surrounded by the wreckage of her own decisions.