My Savior Became My Betrayal Chapter 07
He stopped a few steps away, too afraid to come any closer.
I looked at him calmly.
“Did you read the divorce papers? If everything looks right, just sign them. You can take up any demands with my lawyer.”
“I’m not signing them.”
He looked at me, sudden panic in his eyes.
“Melly, please don’t leave me. I know I messed up a lot over the last six months. But the things Leticia claimed… I swear I never said them.
“I checked the security footage. The night I slept with her… she drugged me.”
He stared at me, his voice thick with absolute desperation.
“Melly, she set me up. You’re the only one I’ve ever cared about, from the very beginning right up to now.”
A gust of wind blew past, scattering the fallen leaves.
I let him get through his whole confession in silence, finding the entire situation ridiculous.
“Are you done?”
He froze for a second, then gave a numb little nod.
“Kennith,” I said, my voice quiet against the cold wind.
“Do you think that just because you proved you didn’t cheat, didn’t want that kid, and didn’t say those things, you’re suddenly the victim here? Do you think that means I’m supposed to just forgive you?”
He opened his mouth to argue, but nothing came out.
“But what does any of that even matter?”
I looked right at him and laid out the facts, one by one.
“The truth doesn’t matter. What matters is that for four whole years, you went behind my back to take care of another woman and play daddy to another kid.
“What matters is that when I was terrified because you were coming home late, you told me I was being unreasonable.
“What matters is that you brought that woman right in front of me, giving her the perfect chance to use my deepest trauma to insult me.”
I paused, watching the color completely drain from his face.
Kennith swayed, suddenly looking like he barely had the strength to stand.
“You see,” I said, forcing a tight smile.
“You couldn’t give me even the most basic level of trust. The only reason you regret it now is that you realized you were the one being lied to, and you see how stupid it makes you look.”
I looked away from him.
Pulling out my key card, I unlocked the building door.
“Just sign the papers, Kennith. Keep whatever dignity you’ve got left.”
The security door clicked shut behind me, leaving him crying outside.
My lawyer told me Kennith finally signed the divorce papers right after that encounter.
He chose to walk away from the marriage without taking a single asset.
He transferred all our savings, along with everything from the sale of our house, straight into my bank account.
It was a sunny day when we got our divorce certificates.
Outside the courthouse, Kennith stood at the bottom of the steps.
He gripped the papers tightly in his hand, keeping his head down instead of looking at me.
“I asked for a transfer to a remote rescue station,” he said quietly.
“It’s dangerous out there. I might die on the job someday.”
I slipped my divorce certificate into my bag and zipped it shut, feeling a physical wave of relief wash over me.
“Alright. Stay safe. Goodbye.”
He flinched a little. Then he finally raised his head and looked at me one last time, his eyes rimmed red.
“Melly, I’m sorry. I hope you find safety and happiness from here on out.”
I didn’t answer. I just turned and walked toward the cab waiting at the curb.
When a relationship was really over, there was just no reason to look back.
After the divorce, my life finally leveled out again.
There was no more anxious waiting, no more sharp reek of alcohol, and no more endless mental exhaustion.