The next morning, when I woke up, Sharon had already taken Willow to school.
As usual, my favorite breakfast was laid out on the table.
But this time, I didn’t take a single bite. I gave it all to the stray cats in the neighborhood.
Just as I got back home, Sharon’s secretary called and said she was having an asthma attack and needed my help.
I hesitated for a moment, then grabbed the divorce papers I printed last night along with the medicine bottle and headed for the banquet hall.
As soon as I walked in, I saw Sharon—who was supposedly sick—clinking glasses with others, smiling and laughing. She linked her arm with a man whom I hadn’t seen in ages—Elroy.
The moment Sharon saw me, a flicker of panic flashed through her eyes. She quickly walked over.
“Dean, don’t get the wrong idea. The hotel medics just came and gave me my medication,” she explained, flustered.
“Sorry for worrying you, I swear it won’t happen agai—”
“It’s fine,” I said, before she could finish her excuse. I walked past her and tossed the bottle of medicine into a nearby trash bin. Then, I pulled out the divorce papers I’d printed the night before and handed them to her.