I ignored her and glared at Marco. “You humiliated me. You accused me of having an affair while you were screwing your mistress in our bed?”
His lips curled into a smirk. “I just sped up the inevitable.”
I shook my head, voice trembling. “How could you do this? After everything we—”
Marco cut me off, his expression turning cold. “You were never meant to be my wife in the first place.”
The words sliced through me like a blade. I felt my body sway.
Selena giggled and held out her hand, admiring my wedding ring on her finger. “I think it suits me better, don’t you?”
I clenched my fists. I wanted to slap that smug look off her face. I wanted to scream, to break something—to break him.
But instead, I took a slow, shaky breath. Then, I walked to the desk, grabbed the divorce papers, and signed my name without hesitation.
I gave them one last look before turning on my heel. I wouldn’t cry. Not here. Not in front of them.
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For the next three days, I kept a low profile. No one knew where I was, not even my mother. I needed time—to think, to grieve, to gather my strength.