It should have broken me. Maybe a part of me had broken. But as I sat in the empty living room, staring at the divorce papers I had rewritten myself, something inside me hardened.
I wasn’t going to fight for a marriage that was already dead. I wasn’t going to beg for a son who had already chosen another mother. I wasn’t going to cry for a family that had never truly loved me.
No. I was going to disappear. And one day—I would return as someone they would all fear.
With Ethan’s help, I moved in silence. I made sure the new divorce papers were finalized—taking nothing from Jason. Not a single cent. I wouldn’t owe him a damn thing.
Then, I did something even more drastic. I reached out to an underground contact Ethan’s colleagues had helped me find—someone who could provide me with what I needed. An unclaimed corpse. It had belonged to a woman of similar build and age—another forgotten soul discarded by the world.