The day I made the last payment, I sat at the kitchen table staring at the confirmation email. My hands trembled, but I felt lighter.
When Aidan came home that evening, I told him excitedly that the debt was completely gone.
But instead, he looked at me and said, “Well, FINALLY you did it! I’m divorcing you. I’m so SICK of you!”
I waited for him to say more, to take it back, or at least explain—but he didn’t.
Instead, he walked past me, grabbed a suitcase, and began packing.
“Are you serious?” I asked.
“I’ve been serious for a long time,” he replied without even looking at me.
That same night, he left.
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