He walked in smiling like it was a business meeting. No flowers. No concern. Just a phone in his hand and that smug expression he wore when he thought he’d won.
“I filed for divorce,” he announced, loud enough for the nurse to look over. “I’m taking the house and the car, lol.”
He actually laughed. Then he dropped a manila envelope onto my lap. His signature was already in place. He’d highlighted where I needed to sign, as if I were just another document waiting to be processed.
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