“Why do you sound surprised?”
“No reason. That sounds nice.”
“Come at seven.”
The next morning, I called a lawyer.
“I’ll bring dessert.”
“Perfect,” I said.
After we hung up, I stood in my kitchen and looked around the room like I was seeing it for the last time.
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Then I got to work.
I used Evan’s phone again that night after he fell asleep and sent myself everything I needed. Screenshots. Booking emails. Photos. Enough proof that neither of them could lie their way out of it.
I also printed one more packet for Clara.
The next morning, I called a lawyer.
I didn’t get some magical same-day divorce. I got an urgent consultation and a starter packet. She told me what separation would look like, what to document, and what I could hand him that night if I wanted to make it very clear that I was done.
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I also printed one more packet for Clara. Not a bill. Not some fake legal claim. Just receipts. Medical co-pays I covered. Groceries. Her prescriptions. The gas and hotel costs from when I drove her to appointments. On top, I placed one typed sentence:
I gave all of this freely when I believed you loved me too.
That one word probably saved me.
