I slowly removed my wedding ring.
His eyes dropped to my hand.
— Seventeen years ago, I promised to build a life with you.
I placed the ring on the hotel table.
— But you built an exit behind my back.
Then I walked out.
Daniel called my name from the hallway.
I kept walking.
By the time he returned home two days later, his clothes were packed into boxes in the garage.
I had already contacted a lawyer.
There were tears.
Arguments.
Apologies.
Promises.
But there was no going back.
Six months later, our divorce was finalized.
I later heard that Emily never returned to him.
Daniel lost the woman he planned to leave me for and the wife he assumed would quietly accept his betrayal.
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As for me, the first months were painful.