I was sh0cked to see the maid rush to the bathroom to vomit right when she was preparing dinner…
Then I placed the already signed divorce petition on the table.
The maid burst into tears, my husband buried his head, and my brother-in-law covered his face. The three of them lowered their gaze, unable to face me.
I stood up, head held high, carrying with me whatever dignity I still had, and left the house I had once called home.
Outside, the cold wind caressed my face, but inside, I felt an unexpected peace.
I realized that the greatest loss wasn’t losing a husband, but losing the illusion of a false love.
And I thought: Better alone and proud than living with a traitor.
