“I’m divorcing you,” he said, like he was announcing a new menu item. “And I’ve sold our business to start over with my new partner.” Then he laughed.
I replied calmly, “Good for you.”
When I got home, his cocky smile vanished the second he saw me.
“I’m divorcing you,” he repeated, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
“That’s funny,” I said, “because I’ve just finished transferring our assets.”
I hung up the phone, my hands steady despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. Ryan’s laughter still echoed in my ears—that same arrogant chuckle he’d used during business negotiations when he thought he had the upper hand. Fifteen years of marriage had taught me to recognize the subtle shifts in his voice, the slight tremor that betrayed his nervousness even as he tried to sound confident.
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The irony wasn’t lost on me: while he was announcing his grand exit, I was sitting in our corporate lawyer’s office, finalizing the documentation that would protect everything we’d built together—or rather, everything I’d built while he played the charismatic frontman.
“Are you sure about this, Mrs. Harrison?” David, our lawyer, looked at me with concern as he organized the papers spread across his mahogany desk.
“I’ve never been more certain of anything,” I replied, finishing the last page with a flourish. “And please—call me Sarah.”
The drive home felt surreal. Memories flooded back: the late nights spent perfecting our business model, the endless spreadsheets I’d prepared while Ryan charmed potential clients. He never knew I’d kept detailed records of every transaction, every questionable decision, every time he dipped into company funds for his personal expenses.
When I pulled into our driveway, his sports car was already there.
Showtime.
I took a deep breath, grabbed my briefcase, and walked through the front door with measured steps.
Ryan was waiting in the living room, sprawled on our Italian leather sofa like a king on his throne. His new partner, Jessica, stood by the window—her red dress a stark contrast against the evening sky. The smile on his face spoke volumes.
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