Squinting through the dim light, Matilda tried to make out the driver’s face. All she could see was a cascade of blonde hair. Her stomach churned as she watched the car’s tail lights disappear, carrying away the man she had spent a lifetime loving and trusting.
Left alone in the empty house, Matilda sat with the unopened divorce papers beside her. Each breath felt heavy, laden with disbelief. Slowly, she reached for the envelope, her fingers trembling as she tore it open, bracing herself for the reality Vincent had thrust upon her.