Perhaps even fate, tired of my suffering, had granted me this second chance. I couldn't waste it.
With renewed determination, I grabbed the divorce papers, the cool weight of the documents grounding me. Outside, the sky had darkened, the faint hum of the city lights illuminating the streets like scattered stars.
By the time I reached the towering Robert Group building, night had fully descended. The only light in the entire structure came from Jonah's office, a glowing beacon that pierced through the inky darkness.
As I approached the office door, muffled sounds reached my ears. My steps faltered and my heart clenched as I strained to listen.
Through the slightly ajar door, I caught a glimpse of Jonah and a woman entangled in a moment of passion. They were perched on his massive mahogany desk, the same desk where he had once signed the deeds to place every asset under my name. The vulgarity of the scene clashed with the pristine professionalism of the room, the woman's soft moans and Jonah's hushed voice echoing in the air like a cruel melody.
The woman giggled breathlessly, her voice teasing. "Jonah, you haven't been home these past few days. Won't your wife start asking questions?"