When Love Burned to Nothing
The day Ken Bowen and I finalized the divorce, I walked out wearing only the outfit I had worn on our wedding day.
I let Ken keep the house, the cars, the money, and the kids.
He looked genuinely surprised, then let out a mocking laugh.
"Are you sure about this? You raised the girls yourself, and you're just giving them up? If you really don't want anything, then you won't need to pay child support either. That's fair, right?"
I signed the papers without hesitation and said calmly, "Yeah. That's fair."
Ken paused, then slowly signed his name. "If you regret this later, you…"
I lifted a hand and cut him off. I didn't look back as I walked out.
Ken used to say I married him for money and status, that I used our three daughters to tie him down.
Whatever. The day he saw my dead body, he would finally understand.