I turned to her and slapped her hard. Her head snapped to the side. “That’s for every lie,” I said quietly. “For smiling at me while sneaking around with my husband.”
Tears filled her eyes, but I felt nothing.
I slid the wedding ring off my finger, staring at it for a fleeting second before letting it drop. It hit the floor with a sharp metallic clang that echoed through the room.
“We were never married to begin with,” I said, my voice cold and steady. “There’s no legal record of us.”
“Sienna, wait—” Nikolai reached out, trying to stop me.
I took a step back, putting distance between us. “No. You’ve already taken more than enough from me. This time… I’m the one walking away.”
My phone kept ringing without pause.
Nikolai’s name flashed across the screen again — the tenth time that morning. Each vibration felt more insistent than the last, as if his calls were growing more desperate by the second. Soon, the messages followed one after another.
Nikolai: Sienna, please, we need to talk.
Nikolai: Don’t do anything reckless.
Nikolai: Let’s handle this like adults. I can explain.
Nikolai: You’re overthinking this. Come home.
Nikolai: I’m sorry, alright? Just answer me.