I thought it would break me. But it didn’t.
It just... emptied me.
My chest felt heavy, but the pain was gone.
Like a fire that finally burned itself out.
….
The next few days, Dominic got even busier.
He left before sunrise, came home when the sky was already turning pale, and spent most nights locked up in his study. The light under that door never went off.
He thought I didn’t notice. But I knew.
He was planning his grand rescue to Loriana’s wedding. His little fairytale.
That morning, I woke up early and went to the lawyer’s office. The air smelled like rain, but I felt nothing.
By the time I got home, the divorce certificate was already inside my bag. I didn’t take a single cent, just my things. I didn’t want his money, his pity, or his name.
When I stepped into the house, he was standing in front of the mirror, fixing his tie.
A new navy suit. Silver cufflinks. He looked perfect. Like he was going to war for love.
“Hey,” he said with that fake warm smile. “You’re up early. You should rest. I’ve got something important to handle today.”
He turned, brushed his hand over my stomach like it was routine. “Be good, okay? Don’t make Mommy upset, or Daddy will get angry.”