When the judge finalized our divorce, James walked out of the courtroom with the confidence of a man who thought he had won it all. The house, the car, the savings — everything had his name on it now. To anyone watching, it looked like I had lost everything.
But what he took were only things.
James had always cared more about appearances than love — the size of our home, the brand of his suit, the shine of his car. For years, I mistook his obsession for ambition, believing it meant he wanted a better life for us. But as time went on, I realized he didn’t want us — he wanted admiration.
So when the divorce came, and he demanded everything, I let him have it. I didn’t want to keep fighting for symbols of a life that had never been real. I walked away quietly — but with peace in my heart, ready to start again.
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