Ryan stood in front of me with the divorce papers in his hands.
For a moment, he didn’t move. I could see his eyes moving across the document again, as if reading it might somehow change what was written there.
Finally, he looked at me. He lowered his head. For seconds, only the wind moved through the trees.
Then Ryan took a pen from the table beside him. His fingers tightened around it.
“You won’t even give me one more chance?”
I shook my head. “No.”
He looked at me. “Not even after everything?”
“Ryan, that’s exactly why.”
He sat down and placed the papers in front of him. I watched as he turned to the last page. He read the section that required his signature. Then he stopped.
His eyes lifted again. “Are you happy?”
The question caught me off guard. I thought about it. “I’m hap
