Six Years of Silence, One Clean Break

Synopsis

While I was ironing Tanner's shirt, a receipt slipped out of his pocket. Forever Jewelry. Six thousand dollars. Our wedding anniversary had just passed. He told me the company was struggling and asked me not to buy a gift this year. I didn't receive anything either. Six thousand dollars. I tucked the receipt back into his pocket and heard him talking on the balcony. "What can she possibly get? She hasn't worked in six years. The court won't award her much." "Don't worry. I've had someone look into it. Anything valuable isn't in her name." Tanner lowered his voice and let out a small laugh. "Once this is settled, we'll go to Sheonga." I turned off the iron and folded the shirt neatly. My hands were steady. My heart was calm. For six years, through more than two thousand days and nights, I had pressed every one of his shirts until not a single wrinkle remained. Now it was my turn to smooth this marriage out with my own hands.