Clement was sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone, his expression calm, as if nothing had happened.
"Fine. Tomorrow we go to the County Clerk's Office."
My voice came out so steady it surprised even me.
He looked up, stunned. Clearly he hadn't expected me to actually agree to a divorce.
I wasn't joking around with him anymore.
"From now on, you go your way and I'll go mine."
"You won't have to spend every day thinking I married above my station."
"Because you, Clement Chavez, never deserved me in the first place."
When I agreed to the divorce, the explosion of rage I'd braced for never came.
Clement just blinked, then nodded.
"Sure. Tomorrow at ten. County Clerk's Office."
He agreed too quickly. Unnervingly quickly.
He didn't even say another word. Just turned around and went back to watching TV.
I stood in the bedroom doorway, but in my heart, I already understood.
Looking back over the past few months, he really had changed.
The overtime had gotten more and more frequent. He came home later and later.
He'd changed his phone password. Started bringing it into the bathroom when he showered.
Every now and then I caught a whiff of perfume on his jacket, a brand that wasn't mine.