A woman man

I put the divorce papers on the mahogany desk, a soft thud in the quiet study.

Ethan didn't even look up from his laptop.

"Divorce papers," I said, my voice steady, betraying none of the thousand times I' d practiced this moment.

He signed them without a glance, dismissing a decade of my love, two years of marriage, with a casual flick of a pen.

"I' m going to be busy with Isabella for the next few days," he added, attention already back on his screen. "Don' t call me unless the house is on fire."

His indifference was a physical blow, a chilling premonition of the betrayal to come.

Just three weeks ago, I had held a positive pregnancy test, naive hope swelling in my heart that our baby would finally make him see me, make our house a home.

Instead, I watched him propose to Isabella, his college sweetheart, on the evening news, a public spectacle of his true affections.