- 4.
The next day, Carla flew overseas to set up
our new office.
I contacted a lawyer to draft divorce papers.
Staring at the words “no alimony,” I signed
my name.
Just then, Molly sent me a video.
It showed a lavishly decorated hotel ballroom.
A banner on stage read, “Welcome to the
Engagement Party of Henry Harrison and
Molly Davis.”
Henry was talking to the hotel manager.
“I just mentioned wanting to get engaged,
and he throws this huge party. He’s so
romantic!”
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“The party’s in two days. You should come!”
Two days. My thirtieth birthday. The day I was flying out.
I blocked Molly’s number.
I looked around my tiny, ten–by–ten bedroom.
Time to pack.
I’d accumulated nothing in eight years.
I’d arrived with one suitcase.
I was leaving with one suitcase.
As I zipped it closed, Henry walked in.
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“Make me some seafood porridge.”
His tone was as entitled as ever.
One last time, I thought.
I made the porridge.
As I set it down, he looked at me curiously.
“Why have you been so quiet lately?”
I used to chatter endlessly, even though he
rarely responded.
“Sore throat,” I mumbled.
He tsked, grabbed the porridge, and left.
Г
He didn’t return until the day of his
engagement party.
I placed the eight–year–old marriage
contract, along with the divorce papers, on
the table.
I grabbed my suitcase, took one last look at
the house, and left.
Just before boarding the plane, Henry called.
I declined the call and threw my SIM card in
the trash.
From this moment on, I was running towards
my own future.
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