I took off my wedding ring.
I didn’t throw it. That would have been drama for his benefit.
I just placed it in his hand and folded his fingers over it.
“Don’t bother coming home,” I said. “Send the divorce papers. Text me the address where you want your things shipped.”
His eyes filled. “Mercy — “
“I mean it.”
Then I looked at Emily.
For the first time, really looked.
She was beautiful, pregnant, and stupid enough to think she was special because a liar had chosen her next.
I felt no urge to fight with her. If she wants to believe she has won, that was up to her.
Some lessons arrive gift-wrapped in another woman’s loss, and people still do not recognize them until much later.
So I just said, “Congratulations. You can have him without having to hide anymore.”
Then I turned and walked away before either of them could answer.
