YELENA
The papers in my hand felt heavier than bricks. My fingers shook as I stepped out of the courthouse where they issued the divorce documents. I should feel relief, right? That I finally did it. That I finally signed up to let my heart breathe a little. But all I felt was heat burning under my skin. My chest is tight. My legs were numb.
Almost three years of marriage. Three long, dragging, breath-stealing years. And it felt like ten.
I begged my parents to talk to him more times than I could count. They did. They returned with small smiles and watered hopes, saying he promised to change. But all were fake promises. Just the same way he gave me with a calm voice, and an empty tone. And from the look of things, I guessed his heart fully belonged to Livia now.
I tried to search my mi
