I wasn’t looking at the divorce papers. My eyes were on his hand. On the wedding ring.
He was serving me divorce papers with his wedding ring still on. For a second, I couldn’t understand it. I slowly lifted my gaze to his face.
Nothing.
No hesitation. No discomfort. Just that same neutral expression. Like this meant nothing to him.
I reached out and took the papers from him, along with the pen.
My fingers felt unsteady as I opened it.
He was right.
He had already signed.
His name sat there so easily, like this was just another document. Another deal. Another decision he had already moved on from. Something inside me cracked quietly. So this is how it ends.
I lowered my eyes and placed the pen on the paper. My hand shook. I tightened my grip slightly, forcing it to steady. He shou
