"Jonah, do you know what makes you truly revolting? You think Rosa would be moved by your devotion, but it's nothing more than a play you direct and act out for your own gratification. Do you think she, up in heaven, would enjoy watching you degrade yourself with another woman?"
His expression darkened, his body tense as if ready to retaliate, but I didn't wait for his response. I walked out, letting the door close behind me with a soft but resolute click.
Barely a few steps down the hall, I heard the sound of glass shattering inside the office, followed by an enraged yell. I smirked to myself, though the satisfaction was fleeting. Men like Jonah were all the same—proud, entitled and blind to their own flaws.
***
Jonah's one redeeming quality was his efficiency. After the mandatory cooling-off period, we finalized the divorce without any further drama. The ink on the papers had barely dried when I boarded a plane to the United States, leaving Brookside and its painful memories behind.