Chapter 25 Chapter 25: (END) The years after the divorce blurred together into a gray smear of rejection letters and unanswered calls. I tried to find new work. My reputation preceded me—Google my name and Meredith’s videos came up on the first page. Recruiters stopped returning calls. Former colleagues pretended

Chapter 24 Chapter 24: I didn’t believe it at first. Vivian loved me. She’d loved me for years—decades, really. She wasn’t the type to just leave. She’d forgive me eventually. She always forgave me. That was who she was. So when she handed me the divorce papers, I figured it

Chapter 23 Chapter 23: She called me on a rainy Tuesday. Said she had nowhere to go. Said I was the only one who’d ever truly understood her. I grabbed my coat and ran out the door. Told Vivian I had a work meeting. She just smiled and told me

Chapter 22 Chapter 22: She gave me a gift on our divorce day. Standing outside the civil registry, Meredith already waiting for me by the car, Vivian pressed an envelope into my hands with this strange, serene smile. Like she knew something I didn’t. Like she was enjoying a joke

Chapter 21 Chapter 21: The thing about starting over is that it sounds romantic until you’re actually doing it. For the first three months at my new job, I worked harder than I’d ever worked in my life. I arrived early. Stayed late. Volunteered for projects no one else wanted.

Chapter 20 Chapter 20: The lawyer’s office was aggressively beige. Neutral tones everywhere—cream walls, taupe carpet, the kind of inoffensive art that exists specifically to be forgotten. I sat across from a woman named Patricia Chen, Esq., whose business card promised “Aggressive Advocacy for Women in Transition,” and explained exactly

Chapter 19 Chapter 19: The slap echoed through my parents’ living room like a gunshot. I’d never hit anyone before. Not once in twenty-seven years. But watching Nathan stand there, shouting about gratitude—about how I owed him something, about how all men make mistakes—something in me snapped clean through. My

Chapter 18 Chapter 18: Nathan arrived at 1:45, fifteen minutes early, looking freshly pressed and aggressively optimistic. He’d gotten a haircut. Bought new shoes. Was wearing the cologne I’d given him for our first anniversary. The performance of a reformed man. It might have been convincing if I hadn’t spent

Chapter 17 Chapter 17: The message from Meredith arrived that afternoon, while I was organizing my evidence folder. He doesn’t love you anymore. Why can’t you see that? Let him go. I stared at the screen for a long moment. Then I typed back: Interesting advice from a woman who

Chapter 16 Chapter 16: Nathan, it turned out, had never learned how to take no for an answer. For three days after my procedure, he camped outside my parents’ house like a particularly well-dressed homeless person. He brought flowers that wilted on the porch. He wrote letters that my father