Weight of Words Untold

The day I decided to file for divorce, Dean Potter couldn’t wait to draft the divorce agreement.

Five years ago, he had been forced to marry me, and now he was finally free.

On the day we were finalizing the divorce, Dean arrived with his new flame, radiating delight mixed with a hint of mockery. “Veronica Byrd, look at you—you’re miserable.”

I watched his figure fade into the distance, my vision blurring.

Miserable?

In the next life, it wouldn't happen again.