Marvin was treating me like I was invisible while she reveled in my pain. I steadied myself, refusing to let the dizziness overwhelm me, and stood my ground.
I managed a weak smile as I picked up the divorce papers from the floor. "Don't forget to take care of the paperwork."
Marvin said nothing, his eyes boring into me with a dark intensity that sent chills down my spine. I forced a grin. "Just don't come crawling back to me."
At that moment, his expression darkened even further, and Marvin remained silent.
Seeing him so unyielding, I quietly made my way upstairs to pack my things. There wasn't much to gather—just a few belongings that hardly held any sentimental value.
As I reached for the zipper on my suitcase, my gaze fell upon a wedding photo on the nightstand, and it struck me like a blow.
In that picture, Marvin and I looked so happy, smiling brightly, two people who had promised to be each other's rock for a lifetime. Now, those promises felt like distant echoes.
I bit my lip and tossed the frame into the suitcase.