My silence.
Now he stood on the courthouse steps holding the divorce decree like a trophy.
“You’re going to regret being difficult,” he said.
I smiled faintly.
“Daniel, I was never difficult.”
His expression tightened.
“I was useful.”
I paused.
“You just never understood the difference.”
Then I turned and walked away.
At the airport, I bought a black coffee and booked a one-way ticket under my maiden name.
No assistant.
No chauffeur.
No farewell speech.
Nothing dramatic.
Just me.
As the plane climbed above the clouds, my phone buzzed.
A message from Miriam.
He’s marrying her tonight. Huge reception. Four hundred guests. Press invited.
I looked out the window while the city slowly disappeared below me.
Daniel had always loved an audience.
He loved rooms full of important people.
Loved making announcements.
Loved being seen.
The moment I walked out of the courthouse, I went straight to the airport and boarded a plane alone.
