The pages drifted to the floor, weightless. Just like my dignity. Just like my heart. His thin lips moved, and what came out was vicious and vile. "I don't agree to a divorce. I'm not done with you yet, Pamela".
"Ss—!" The words had barely left his mouth when William winced and hissed in pain. His little mistress, apparently unhappy that he'd refused the divorce, was throwing a tantrum under his desk.
I laughed at myself bitterly. But after that hollow laugh faded, ten years of buried grievances came surging to the surface like a tide that could no longer be held back.
I tried to speak calmly, to hold on to whatever shred of dignity I had left. But when I opened my mouth, my voice came out trembling, cracked with tears. "William, I'm begging you... just let me go."
The color drained from his face. His whole body seemed to lose its strength, and he fell back hard against his chair.
When he spoke, his voice was thick with barely contained fury. "Being with me makes you that miserable?"
"Please, just let me go. I don't want anything anymore..."
The title of Mrs. Sanchez? I didn't want it.
William, and everything we'd once had together? I didn't want any of it.