Chapter 5

"Fiona," I said, "draw up the papers."

"You sure?" Fiona asked.

"Positive."

I was done being the good wife.

I was done forgiving.

I just wanted him to pay for what he'd done.

Over the next few days, Henry's entire attitude flipped.

He stopped arguing, stopped justifying, and went straight into pity mode.

"Delilah, please. I'm begging you. Just one more chance," he said, his voice almost breaking.

"No," I replied, my voice cold and unwavering.

"Delilah, please. I'm begging you."

He dropped to his knees right there in the living room, eyes red and glistening.

"Ten years. Ten whole…