Kian called me again, his voice so groveling it was almost pitiful. "I know I messed up. For the sake of all the years we've been together, can we meet up and talk this through privately?"
My answer was as firm as ever. "No need. Let the court handle everything. There's no point in us seeing each other again."
Click. I ended the call and set my phone down, a wave of calm washing over me.
From now on, I'd never have to force myself to suffer for the sake of someone else's family, for someone else's mistakes.
This marriage, filled to the brim with coldness, betrayal, and regret, was finally about to end for good.
Eliza's funeral had wrapped up quickly, with little fanfare. Kian had lost his stable old job, so he was scrambling to send out resumes everywhere and hunt for a new position.
