15
Holding the crimson divorce certificate stamped in silver, I felt a wave of surreal relief.
A genuine smile spread across my face, a happiness I hadn’t felt in years.
Beside me, Dominic glowered, still fuming.
“Happy now?” he snapped.
I tucked the certificate away, still in good spirits.
“Very. And don’t worry–I won’t say a word to your grandfather, as promised.”
He let out a bitter laugh.
“Don’t act so innocent, Audrey. You went to the manor yesterday, and today Celeste’s investors are all pulling out.
“If you didn’t rat us out, who did?”
Watching him lash out with baseless accusations, I stayed calm.
It was his mistrust, not my actions, that spoke volumes.
“Sure, Dominic. If that’s what you think,” I said lightly.
His tantrum barely registered with me anymore.
“And you’ve got no shame, letting my grandfather worry in his condition!”
“That’s on you, not me,” I retorted.
“What did you just say?”
“You heard me.”
For years, I’d tiptoed around his moods, compensating for my insecurities and the disparities in our relationship.
Even when I was angry about Celeste, I’d always been the one to compromise.
But now?
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His brows furrowed in disbelief.
“You’re not like this, Audrey. Take some time to cool off, and we’ll talk.”
I recognized the line.
Whenever we argued, he’d go cold for a few days until I caved and apologized.
But this time, I smiled at his retreating back.
He hadn’t realized it yet, but our marriage was over.
And I had no intention of apologizing for it.
