He shook his head and tried to take back his words, but it was too late. I reminded him that he had introduced his mistress and told me to leave.
Vanessa became angry and demanded to know why he told her we were already separated. Jonathan snapped at her to stop talking, which only made things worse.
I leaned back in my chair and spoke quietly. “For three years, I believed I was building a future with my husband,” I said.
Jonathan lowered his head in silence. “But apparently I was just funding his new life with someone else,” I continued.
Vanessa crossed her arms and said that maybe I should have been a better wife. Jonathan looked horrified and tried to stop her, but I told him to let her speak.
She insisted that Jonathan deserved someone more exciting instead of someone who worked all the time. I nodded slowly and accepted her perspective without argument.
“That is fair,” I said before standing up.
“Now he is free to pursue that exciting life,” I added calmly.
Jonathan looked hopeful for a brief moment until I finished my statement. “Just not in my company,” I said clearly.
His face froze as confusion returned. I slid one final envelope across the table toward him.