His face went pale. “Oh. Yeah.
It was fine.”
“Good.” I closed the magazine and stood up. “I’m going to try to sleep now.”
“Lucy?” His voice caught on my name. “Is everything okay?”
I paused at the kitchen doorway and looked back at him…
really looked at the man who’d promised to love me until death do us part. I looked at the father of my children and the stranger who thought I was stupid enough to believe his lies.
“Everything’s perfect, Dave. Absolutely perfect.”
Three weeks later, I handed him the divorce papers over morning coffee.
He read them twice before the words sank in.
“Lucy, what’s this?”
“Your freedom!” I sipped my coffee, proud of how steady my hands remained. “Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“I don’t understand.”
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