The cold air helped a little.
Not enough to erase what had happened.
But enough to stop my breathing from shaking.
I stood alone on the deck for several more minutes.
The Thames stretched endlessly beneath the dark sky.
The yacht moved gently against the water.
Far away, city lights shimmered across the river like scattered diamonds.
I closed my eyes.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Slowly, the anger loosened its grip.
The hurt remained.
The exhaustion remained.
But at least I wasn’t standing at the edge anymore threatening to throw myself into a river just to get away from my ex-husband.
Eventually, I pushed myself away from the railing.
I needed to fix myself.
The last thing I wanted was walking back into that ballroom looking like I’d spent the last twenty minutes cryi
