“You recorded me?” he finally said, his voice hollow.
“I protected myself,” I said. “Something I should have done a long time ago.”
He called me cruel. His family called me disloyal, a monster, a gold-digger even though I had paid for everything.
His sister left voicemails calling me heartless.
None of it mattered anymore.
Their words bounced off me like rain off glass.
The day I moved out of the house we had shared, I felt no drama, no big emotional scene.
Only relief.
Pure, clean relief.
The door closing behind me was not an ending.
