Today I woke up a single woman. Still lying in bed, I stared at myself in the mirror across the room before grinning. “I’m officially not Ruben’s wife anymore.”
It finally happened. Yesterday, the divorce got finalized. It’s done. Ruben and I are done.
I got out of bed and did the same happy dance I’d already done at least six times since getting the news.
Still grinning, I grabbed my phone and tried calling Mason again, but his line still wasn’t going through. I’d been trying to tell him myself in case his lawyer hadn’t updated him yet.
What was supposed to be a short work trip had somehow turned into weeks. According to Mason, the issue at the Canada office was serious enough that he wanted to make sure something like that never repeated itself again before returning.
I decided I’d
