I thought of my own wedding to Seth.
A handful of guests. Bare-bones. Barely a ceremony at all.
Not a single one of Seth's friends or family had shown up. It had been just the two of us in that church, exchanging vows in a ceremony so simple it barely qualified as one.
Back then, I'd been naive enough to believe he truly loved me, that he was genuinely too busy with work to do more.
Even though I'd handled every detail of the wedding on my own, I'd still felt happy.
But now, staring at these pages, the realization cut through me with perfect clarity.
Seth had always been capable of patience. He'd simply never spent any of it on me.
I took the brochures with steady hands, my voice scraping out rough and dry.
"Fine. I understand."
"I hope you keep your word."
Then I turned to Seth and added one last thing.
"Since that's how things are, let's get a divorce. Make room for your new bride."
Seth looked at me with a flicker of surprise, as if my calm compliance had caught him off guard. But he didn't dwell on it. In his mind, this had been the arrangement all along. There was nothing left to explain.
"That's a good girl. Just do your job as Mrs. Vance."