Young.
And carrying the Chanel bag he had once bought me… the one I never dared to use for fear of scratching it.
In that moment, my heart didn’t break because I lost him.
It broke because I realized something worse.
For ten years, the person I had treated the worst wasn’t Alejandro.
It was me.
So on the day of the divorce, I decided to arrive in a way that would leave his entire family stunned.
But I never imagined…
what Alejandro would do next in that courtroom would terrify everyone.
The courtroom was packed.
Not just the judge and lawyers. Alejandro’s parents, his sister, several employees, and even curious strangers waiting for their own cases filled the room.
At that moment, every eye was on me.
I could feel Alejandro studying my black dress, staring at the diamond necklace on my chest.
Ten years ago, I had walked into marriage wearing a cheap white dress.
Today, I walked into divorce with a calmness no one expected.
Alejandro sat across from me.
His gray suit was expensive, the Swiss watch on his wrist the one he’d always dreamed of.
But something had changed in his face.
The confidence he once carried was gone.
He looked at me like I was a stranger.
Maybe because for the first time in ten years… I was no longer the tired, disheveled, silent woman he remembered.
The judge began.
“We will proceed with the signing of the divorce documents.”
My lawyer handed me the papers.
I held them steadily.
They looked simple, but inside were ten years of life.
Ten years of sacrifices.
Ten years of sleepless nights.
Ten years of love that had once been real.
Slowly, I signed my name.
When I finished, a surprising lightness filled me.
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