The Goodbye
I looked at him one last time. For a moment, I remembered the man I thought I’d married — calm, dependable, loving. But that image was gone.
“From today,” I said quietly, “we are finished. Deal with the consequences yourself.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but I turned and walked away.
My eyes stung with tears — not for him, but for the years I had wasted believing in someone who didn’t deserve me.
