I drove to the address. It was a small townhouse complex across town. I parked outside and walked toward the entrance.
Then I saw him. Daniel was standing on the walkway in front of one of the units, and he wasn’t alone. A woman stepped into his arms, and he held her with a tenderness I hadn’t felt from him in months.
She said something soft, and he laughed, then leaned in to kiss her. “Daniel!” I shouted before I could stop myself. He turned, startled.
The woman slipped inside, closing the door behind her. He walked toward me with an annoyed sigh. “What are you doing here, Emily?” he asked.
My mouth fell open. “What am I doing here? Daniel, what is all this?
Who is she?”
His eyes went cold. “I’m done, Emily. I was going to tell you after everything with the house was finalized.
But you ruined that. You ruined everything.”
“Because I didn’t want to share it with you,” he snapped. “I’m leaving.
I’m starting over. With her.”
“After six years,” I whispered. “This is how you end it?”
Daniel didn’t even flinch.
I turned and walked away. Not because I was strong, but because staying there another second would have broken something inside me that I wasn’t sure could ever be repaired. Back in my car, I dialed Rebecca’s number with shaking fingers.
She answered on the first ring. “No,” I said, my voice raw. “But I will be.
Can you help me? I want a divorce.”
Rebecca didn’t hesitate. “Absolutely.
And we’re going to make sure you come out of this protected.”
The weeks that followed were difficult, but Rebecca guided me through every step. The divorce was cleaner than I expected: Daniel wanted out so badly he didn’t fight much. And with Rebecca’s help, I kept more than I thought possible.
Enough to buy a house of my own. When I finally walked onto the porch of that little two-story home, I felt the quiet strength of a new beginning settling around me. The maple tree in the yard rustled softly, as if welcoming me.
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