With a trembling hand, I took the divorce papers from my husband, Ethan. I knew this moment was coming, but wasn't prepared for the coldness in his eyes. Holding back tears, I calmly retrieved a small envelope from my purse and handed it to him, my gaze unwavering.
As Ethan opened the envelope and saw its contents, his face turned paleā¦
The room was silent, Ethan's face drained of color as he sat back down, gripping the envelope tightly. His eyes darted back and forth as he reread the contents. He seemed to be in shock, his knuckles white from holding the paper so tightly. I could practically hear his heartbeat. We both knew the significance of what he held, and the air was thick with tension.