I took Jabari’s hand and walked out.
Zolani tried to contest the divorce. He failed.
He tried to threaten me. My lawyer shut that down.
His company collapsed six months later—turns out he’d been hiding debts behind my ignorance, not brilliance.
As for me?
I bought a home with a yard big enough for laughter.
I sleep without fear.
And every time I pass through Midtown Atlanta, I remember the moment my life split in two—
the moment I carried my son toward a door…
…and walked away with our future instead.
