I looked out the window at the fireworks that suddenly bloomed in the night sky. In that moment, the last shred of conflict inside me vanished, just like the fleeting fireworks. I forced myself to walk back to the room, sitting by the window as a single tear slid down my cheek.

I picked up my phone from the side, typing a message to the familiar lawyer.

[Mr. Torres, I have decided to get a divorce. Please prepare the divorce agreement for me.]