Before I knew what I was doing, I slapped him. The slap was so hard that his face turned to the side, and I could see an imprint of my fingers when they left his face. Isaac looked mortified, but I was angrier.
“You do not have the right to call her your child anymore! You’re a disgrace! You couldn’t protect her and then you took her killer’s side. She was just a baby! I was too weak back then, but I’m not that woman anymore. I’m different now, and I’m leaving you.”
He scoffed. “You’re delusional. You’re my wife, Cassandra. You’re not going anywhere.”
That was the last straw.
I reached into my bag and pulled out the signed papers. His signature stared back at him, bold and black.
“Actually, I can,” I said quietly. “You signed it yourself.”
He froze. “What is that?”
“Divorce papers, Isaac.” I let the words sink in. “You signed them yourself. I’m free from you. And this time, I won’t come back.”
“What? I didn’t sign those with my consent. You tricked me. Those papers mean nothing!”
“How about you take that up with a judge and see?”