Divorce, Design, and True Freedom

line was heavy, filled with a disb

a growl that promised consequences. "You think you c

my tone light and breezy. "For a project. T

u have nothing without me. Everything you a

his threats felt hollow. He wasn' t a god. He was just a man

vid. We' re about

e, exhilarating freedom washing over me. I blocked

expression concerned

en in a long time," I

assion I hadn' t felt in years. I spent my evenings on the deck with the models, a group of funny, kind, and surprisingly down-to-earth

They treated me with a gentle respect that felt foreign and wonderful. They

he was just a brilliant, ambitious programmer with a dream. I remembered how I' d supported him, using my own inheritance to

my world until it was just the two of us, and then he had filled that world with other people, leaving no room for me at all. The line I should have

burner phones. He sent emails from new accounts

of yourself. Everyon

ght forgive you fo

, Sarah. Don' t make

em without reading past the first line. My ne

ent, I decided it was time to end it for good

ring. "Sarah! I knew you

ief. He thought he' d won. He tho

ice calm and steady. "I' m calling to tell yo

f silence. Then, a

he scoffed. "You' re just having a tantrum because I

ld where he wasn' t the center, where his power didn'

o have my lawyer send over the papers again. Let' s just sign them a

," he sneered. "I have t

ity next week to finalize things. I' ll come b

Liam approached me. "We' re hea

e was young, just twenty-two, but he

go ahead. I have to take c

but nodded. "Okay. Don

' t worry. He c

sense of peace settling over me. The war was far from