Troy tried to tell me I was making a scene but I told him that I was simply providing the truth he had worked so hard to hide. I reached into my clutch and pulled out a thick envelope containing the divorce papers I had signed earlier that morning.
“You’ve spent ten years pretending I wasn’t your wife so I decided to make that a legal reality,” I said before handing him the documents. I walked out of the ballroom with Preston and I didn’t look back at the wreckage of the life I was finally leaving behind.
THE END.
