We sat by the fire for hours as I realized that I didn’t feel any sadness for the end of my marriage. I had already mourned the loss of the man I thought I married long before I decided to leave the man he had actually become.
“He is probably home by now, staring at an empty house,” I said.
“He will call the police by morning,” Silas added. “He will try to use his connections to make them search for you immediately.”
“But there will be no signs of a struggle or a crime,” I reminded him. “The police will eventually tell him that a grown woman has every right to leave her husband if she wants to.”
By the time he checked our joint accounts, he would find them exactly half empty, which was my legal right to claim.
What he wouldn’t find out until much later was that I had also secured proof of his financial crimes that would be sent to the Bar Association if he ever tried to hunt me down.
“Are you afraid of what comes next?” Silas asked quietly.
I thought about the question while watching the flames in the fireplace.
“I am not afraid of being alone or starting over with nothing,” I said. “I am only a little scared of finding out who I really am when I am not trying to be the person he wanted me to be.”
“You were always strong, Felicity,” Silas said. “You just forgot that for a little while.”
As the sun began to rise over the trees, I knew that I had not just left a bad marriage.
I had finally chosen myself.
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