“Where the hell did you go?” Hudson asked, his voice low, eyes locking on me the second I stepped in.
I opened my mouth. Did I tell him? Did I just say it now?
Before I could speak, he let out a short breath, like he figured it out already.
“You went out to get something, didn’t you? For today.”
I blinked. “Today…?”
He frowned slightly. “Don’t tell me you forgot. It’s our anniversary.”
My chest tightened.
Anniversary. Huh! Our anniversary already happened last month.
Five years ago… same day. We stood in front of everyone, exchanged rings, smiled like it meant something.
That night… he handed me divorce papers. Told me not to take anything seriously.
Five years. Then it ends.
And now… the day I got my divorce papers… was the same day.
Funny.
“Yeah,” I said quietly, gripping my bag tighter. “I went out to prepare something.”
I did.
A divorce certificate. That counted, right?
He nodded like it was nothing. “Good. At least you didn’t forget this year.”
This year.
Did he know… this was also the day everything ended?
My thoughts felt messy, tangled, but I didn’t say anything.