I straightened slowly and looked at him. “Is this enough?”
For a second… he just stared at me.
Something flickered in his eyes.
Like he remembered something.
Maybe the past.
But it disappeared just as fast.
“That’s enough,” he said coldly.
I nodded once.
Then I turned and walked out.
Didn’t look back.
Behind me, I heard his voice again… but it wasn’t for me.
“Does it still hurt?” he said softly. “Come here, I’ll put some medicine on it. Don’t move.”
Amber’s voice came, quiet and weak. “It does… be gentle, okay…”
I kept walking.
Tears fell, but I wiped them away fast.
Like they never existed.
…
The next few days, he didn’t come home. And I didn’t call. Not once.
On the day everything became official, I went alone. Signed the papers, took the document, listened to the clerk say it was finalized. When they handed it to me, I just stared at it for a second, my fingers brushing over the words.
Divorce.
That was it. No tears. No pain. Nothing.
It was still early when I left. I got a cab and went back to the house, just to grab the last of my things. But the moment I opened the door, I froze.
He was there. Standing in the living room like he owned the air.