I put away my phone and replied flatly, "Just work stuff. Not a checkup."
Only then did I notice the food container in his hand. He met my gaze and handed it over.
"I'm sorry, Scarlett. Anne's been in the hospital these past few days and I couldn't leave her side. I bought you a fish soup to help you recover."
I didn't take it because the faint smell of fish made me nauseous. We had been married for years and he still doesn't know I couldn't eat fish. How ironic, but I didn't even have the energy to argue.
"Oh, right. This is Anne's silk dress. It can't go in the washing machine. Can you hand wash it tonight?"
I suddenly had doubts as I listened to these words and looked at the person before me. I didn't know if he had changed or if I had always married someone like this.
I said through my gritted teeth. "Just leave it there."
"I need to grab some clothes to change into. Then I'll head back," he said, quickly heading into the bedroom to pack.
I took that opportunity to walk over to him with the divorce papers. "Julian, our mortgage is all paid up. Just need your signature here."
He didn't suspect a thing and signed his name without hesitation. I watched him leave with his bag of clothes. Then, I booked a flight two hours later.
I slipped off my wedding ring and laid the divorce papers and the abortion slip on the coffee table. Those were the final things I wanted Julian to see. It was over between us.
