That was who he really was.

Three months later, our divorce was nearly finalized. Because of the financial misconduct, the paper trail, and his attempt to move assets, the settlement leaned heavily in my favor. He lost his job, his reputation, and eventually the condo he couldn’t afford anymore. I kept the house. I sold the anniversary watch at a small loss and used the money to buy a plane ticket to Seattle, where my sister and I spent a long weekend walking in the rain and not talking about men unless I chose to.

On the exact day that would have been our third anniversary, I signed the final divorce papers in my attorney’s office.

No music. No speeches. No tears.

Just a pen, a stack of documents, and the kind of silence that follows after everything false has burned away.

As I stepped outside, my phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.

It was Andrew.

I never meant for any of this to happen.

I looked at the words for a moment, then deleted them.