Tiffany stood behind him while Garrett picked up the wedding ring and tried to tell me that I was being too emotional. He had used that word many times before to minimize my pain, but it no longer had any power over me.
I informed him that I had already secured my finances and that my lawyer was filing for a divorce along with a request for protective measures. Tiffany seemed shocked by the mention of a divorce, but Garrett tried to convince me to go upstairs and talk in private.
“I am not going anywhere with you, and I have never been more serious in my life,” I said while placing the ring back into his hand. Tiffany asked if I was really going to destroy my marriage over one mistake, but I told her that throwing boiling liquid at someone was not an accident.
Jade stepped forward and told me that the movers were finished, so it was time for us to leave that house behind. I picked up my medical folder and heard Garrett’s voice break as he asked if I was truly leaving him for good.
I told him that I was leaving the man I thought he was and the person he had chosen to become. I walked out the front door and did not look back at the house or the people inside of it.