The Divorce That Freed Her

bling up from my chest. The sound was ragged and ugly. "

st vase-a ridiculously expensive piece Griselda had gifted us-an

s name engraved on them but my genius behind them. I swept them off the mantelpiece,

ith fear. They had never seen me like this. They had

ed out, rushing forward w

g Bria behind him. He looked at me with pu

ow. A tantrum. He dismissed my pain, my ra

replaced by an icy calm. The madness receded, l

nding tone. He truly believed that after this, I would meekly sweep up

ust turned and walked si

sted, her voice dripping with false sympathy. She

simple background, you see. She doesn't appreciate the finer things." His ga

tiently. "This evening is ruin

their things and headed for the doo

"Remember your place, Kinsley. You are a Boyd now. Your duty is to endure.

ht I was nothing without them. For eight years, I had poured every ounce of my talent, my energy,

It wasn't a home. It was a stage for a pe

usion of love ha

g embers. I watched the smiling faces of our past selves curl and turn to ash. I then

ly what was mine. My clothes, my personal books, and my origin

I sent a text message to the one person Donte feared and r

onte. I need a place to stay, and I'm lo

lmost instantly.

enthouse is yours. I'm opening a bottle o

ottle of Dom Pérignon c

oaching me for years, telling me he knew I was the real talent behind

y. It was to prove to Donte, to his family, and to the w

wanted to watch them realize that the "nothing" they

aughter echoing in the foyer. They expec

d the wreckage, no

d, her voice filled with ou

place, the distinct shape of a picture frame still visible. His face turned pale.

eft because of me," Bria

Donte said automatically, com

hone and went into

e you?" he demanded, his vo