That night, after everyone left, I told Christopher: “I want a divorce.”
There was no begging. No apology. Just quiet resignation.
The papers were signed soon after. He moved into a tiny apartment.
Penelope, I heard, moved back in with her parents.
Luke asked me if I was okay. I told him yes—until he believed it.
I started living again.
Early morning walks with no destination. Baking for joy, not just orders. Coffee with old friends I’d let drift too far. Laughter in unexpected places.
I even bought that skirt. Not just in plum—but in every color they had.
Because from now on, if anyone’s going to love me like I deserve, it’s me.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
