With every pair of eyes in the venue fixed on him, Henry gritted his teeth, flipped open the divorce agreement, and signed his name one deliberate, stiff stroke at a time.
As I took the signed agreement, the suffocating resentment that had festered in my chest for seven full years melted away completely. For the first time in ages, I felt light, unburdened, and utterly satisfied.
I dropped casually into a nearby seat and said, "The auction continues. The show’s far from over."
Everyone present froze. They'd all assumed I'd caught the two cheaters red-handed in public, wrapped up the divorce, and would turn on my heel and leave immediately.
No one expected me to stick around for the bidding.
The auctioneer snapped back to his senses and scrambled to flip through the lot catalog.
"Nex
