At my daughter’s graduation, my husband suddenly announced, “I’ve decided to begin a new life without you.” His girlfriend was sitting among our friends. The room fell silent. I smiled calmly and replied, “Congratulations on finally being honest.” Before I walked away, I handed him an envelope. The moment he opened it, he began screaming…

I raised our brilliant daughter, Olivia, who sat beside me now. Her graduation cap was still perched on her head, but her face had drained of all color. She looked from her father to me, her mouth slightly open in a silent scream of horror.

From the corner of my eye, I tracked the movement at the back table. Natalie Brooks. She was shifting uncomfortably in her seat, her eyes fixed on the tablecloth. She was thirty-seven, blonde, and until recently, someone I had mentored. She was also the woman Michael had been funneling our retirement savings into. The same Natalie who had attended our Christmas parties, eaten my roast duck, and asked for career advice while sleeping with my husband.

With a practiced calm that I had rehearsed in front of my vanity mirror for weeks, I reached into my leather handbag. I bypassed the tissues and pulled out a sealed, cream-colored envelope. It was heavy, high-quality stock.

I stood up and placed it gently beside Michael’s plate, right next to his untouched filet mignon.

“What’s this?” he asked. His triumphant grin faltered, the corners of his mouth twitching downward. He looked like a man who had stepped off a curb and found no pavement beneath him.

“Something for you to read later,” I replied, my voice steady, devoid of the heartbreak that was currently clawing at my throat. “Consider it a graduation gift of sorts.”

I turned to Olivia. Her eyes were swimming with tears. I leaned down and kissed her cheek, smelling the hairspray and the faint scent of vanilla perfume she always wore.

“I am so proud of you, sweetheart,” I whispered, gripping her shoulder firmly. “This day is still about your accomplishment. Never forget that.”

Then, I straightened my spine, smoothed the imaginary wrinkles from my silk dress, and addressed our stunned guests.

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