But the final blow came on the day of my surgery. Sofia brought Lewis home and had an affair. I even saw used condoms on the floor near the couch. Five years of a loveless marriage, punctuated by her claims of asexuality, were a cruel mockery of the vows we had exchanged. The discovery of their infidelity was the final nail in the coffin.
"In the past, I've been a fool," I began quietly, my voice steady despite the turmoil within. "I've pretended for too long. It's time for the truth."
Sofia stood motionless, her expression a mask of shock and disbelief. I continued, a bitter smile curving my lips. "Don't you and Lewis yearn to be together openly? This divorce will grant you that freedom. Consider it a belated wedding gift."
As I handed her the divorce agreement, I felt a strange sense of liberation. Exhaustion washed over me. I had spent countless nights waiting for her return, a prisoner in my own home. With a heavy heart, I retreated to the bedroom. "Just sign it," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "Everything is yours."
Sofia's expression wavered between anger and panic. "Rowan, you can't be serious. After everything we've been through, you just want to throw it all away?"