Cindy woke the next morning with a heavy heart, the events of the night before replaying endlessly in her mind. As she made her way downstairs, the faint sound of Peter’s voice carried through the hallway. She froze just outside the kitchen, her heart sinking as she realized he was on the phone with a divorce lawyer, calmly finalizing the paperwork.
Her throat tightened, and she choked back a tear. This was really happening. She had hoped, foolishly, that they might find a way to part with dignity, but Peter’s cold efficiency shattered that illusion. As much as it hurt, Cindy knew this was for the best. She had to believe it was.