CUTTING THE CORD: my ex-husband regret

handle of my leather briefcase so tightly that my knuckles had turned white. The autumn wind whipped around me, tugging at the strands of my carefully styled auburn hair, but I didn't c

tories. But beneath the surface, our marriage had been anything but glamorous. Daniel had a way of making you feel insignificant, like a pawn in his grand chess game. His dark, brooding eyes could freeze you in place with a single glance, and his voice-smooth as silk but sharp as a knife-could cut through your defenses without mercy. For years, I'd played the part of the perfect wife, bending to his will, suffocating under the weight of his expectations. But the more I tried to please him, the more I lost myself. The final straw had come when I'd discovered just how deep his manipulation went. It wasn't just about control; it was about power, about bending people to his will for the sheer thrill of it. I had been one of those people, blinded by love and too afraid to fight back. But not anymore. I glanced down at the papers in my hand, the ink still fresh on the page, and felt a surge of determination. This was it. My fresh start. The beginning of a new chapter where I would be defined by my own choices, not by the whims of a man who saw me as nothing more than an accessory to his success. The clerk handed me the final copy, and as I walked away, the weight that had settled in my chest began to lift, replaced by a fierce resolve. I stepped outside, into the crisp autumn air, feelin