At one point, he was texting Vanessa while Miriam explained a disclosure clause directly in front of him.
He signed anyway.
And without understanding it, he gave up the one thing he had never considered valuable.
My silence.
Now he stood outside the courthouse holding the divorce decree as if it proved he had defeated me.
“You’re going to regret being so difficult,” he said.
I smiled faintly.
“Daniel, I was never difficult.”
His expression tightened.
“I was useful. You simply confused the two.”
Then I turned around and walked away.
At the airport, I bought a black coffee and booked a one-way ticket using my maiden name.
No assistant.
No driver.
No farewell scene.
No tears.
As the plane climbed above the clouds, my phone buzzed.
It was Miriam.
Daniel is marrying Vanessa tonight.
Huge reception.
Four hundred guests.
Press invited.
I looked through the window while the city grew smaller beneath me.
Daniel had always loved performing for an audience.
That was exactly why I had made sure he would have one.
Six hours after our divorce became official, Daniel married Vanessa.
Ending our marriage wasn’t enough.
He wanted a spectacle.
He wanted people watching.
He wanted photographs.
He wanted everyone who mattered to see that he had “moved on” before the ink on our divorce papers was dry.
Their reception was being held at the Halberg Hotel.
The irony almost made me laugh.
