The Price of Letting Go

Synopsis

I was twenty-five years old, married to him for three years. That day, I handed him the pregnancy test. He didn't even glance at it. "Get rid of them," he said. "She wouldn't be able to handle it." She? The woman he never spoke of. The one who lived in his heart while I warmed his bed. So I went to the clinic alone. I signed the papers alone. I came home alone. That night, I put divorce papers in front of him. He just signed.