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.
I watched him, waiting for the reaction I had been hoping for. His expression fluctuated between disbelief and anger, making it clear that he had not anticipated any of this. He glared at me, clearly searching for any sign of remorse or hesitation. I remained as calm as I could, even as my nerves were frayed thin. His silence was deafening, each passing second stretching into eternity.
Ethan's sister, Laura, barged into the living room, catching the intense atmosphere immediately. Her eyes flickered from Ethan's pale face to the envelope clutched in his hands and then to my calm demeanor. 'What's going on here?' she demanded, her voice a mix of confusion and concern. The energy in the room shifted as she tried to piece together what had just happened between us.