“What? You said you were handling it after the anniversary so you wouldn’t look like the bad guy divorcing her before you celebrated.”
That was the worst thing anyone said all night. It’s like she was determined to see me shattered.
This woman, whom I knew nothing about, was enjoying this scenario.
Meanwhile, my husband was silent.
He had been waiting for our anniversary to pass before telling me he wanted a divorce.
He had let me believe we would be celebrating tomorrow.
Was that when he would hand me the divorce papers?
He let me believe I still belonged in his life until the calendar was more convenient for him.
I laughed then. I couldn’t help it. One short, broken sound.
Daniel took a step toward me. “Mercy, please. Let me explain.”
“No.”
“Please.”
I held up a hand. He stopped.
People were moving around us, barely noticing. Airport life is rude that way.
