"Sign it."
His voice was calm. Too calm.
The white papers slid across the table and stopped in front of her.
Her eyes fell on the bold word at the top.
DIVORCE AGREEMENT
For a moment, she forgot how to breathe.
"Why?" her voice came out soft, almost broken. "Did I do something wrong?"
He didn't look at her. His eyes stayed on his phone, his fingers tapping the screen as if this moment meant nothing.
"I'm busy," he said coldly. "Just sign it. Don't make this difficult."
Her hands trembled as she picked up the papers. Three years.
Three years of marriage, reduced to a few pages of words.
She looked at the man sitting across from her.
He was still handsome. Sharp features. Expensive suit. Perfect hair.
This was the man she loved.
The man she married against everyone's advice.
And now, he wanted to end everything with a single signature.
"Is there… someone else?" she asked quietly.
For the first time, he looked up.
There was no guilt in his eyes. No hesitation.
"That doesn't concern you anymore."
Those words cut deeper than any knife.
She forced a smile, though her chest felt like it was breaking apart.
"I was your wife," she whispered. "Doesn't that give me the right to ask?"
He leaned back in his chair, clearly irritated.
"You were my wife on paper," he said. "Nothing more."
Her heart sank.
On paper.
So all those nights waiting for him to come home…
All those meals that went cold…
All those excuses she made for him…
They meant nothing.
"I can change," she said suddenly. "If I did something wrong, tell me. I'll fix it."
He laughed. Not loudly. Just a short, careless sound.
"You still don't understand," he said. "This marriage was a mistake from the beginning."
She stared at him, unable to believe what she was hearing.
"A mistake?" Her voice cracked. "Then why did you marry me?"
"Because it was convenient," he replied.
Convenient.
She felt her legs go weak.
Three years ago, she had been young and hopeful. She believed love could grow. She believed patience could warm even the coldest heart.
She was wrong.
"Read the agreement carefully," he continued. "You'll get some money. Enough to live quietly. Don't come looking for me after this."
Money.
So that was all their marriage was worth.
She lowered her head, her hair hiding the tears in her eyes. She didn't want him to see her cry. He didn't deserve that.
Her fingers traced the edge of the paper. The words blurred as tears filled her eyes.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
He answered immediately.
"Yes?" His tone changed. It softened. "I'm almost done here."
Her breath stopped.
Almost done.
"I'll be there soon," he said gently. "Don't worry."
He hung up and stood up.
"I have somewhere to be," he said. "Sign it and leave the keys on the table."
Keys.
The house wasn't even hers anymore.
"Who was that?" she asked, though she already knew the answer.
He paused for a second, then said, "Someone important."
She smiled sadly.
She understood now.
She was no longer important.
He walked toward the door, then stopped.
"One more thing," he said without turning back. "Don't contact my family. They already know."
Her heart shattered completely.
Even this… he had planned.
The door closed behind him with a soft click.
The room fell silent.
She sat there alone, staring at the divorce papers.
This was how it ended.
No shouting.
No explanation.
No apology.
Just cold words and a closed door.
She picked up the pen.
Her hand shook so badly she had to hold it with both hands.
Memories flooded her mind.
The day they got married.
She had smiled so brightly, believing she was the luckiest woman in the world.
The nights she waited up for him, pretending not to notice the distance growing between them.
The excuses she made for his absence.
"Work is stressful," she told herself.
"He will change," she believed.
What a fool she had been.
A tear dropped onto the paper, leaving a dark mark.
She wiped her face quickly.
Crying wouldn't change anything.
She signed her name.
Each letter felt like it was cutting into her heart.
When she finished, she placed the pen down carefully.
She stood up slowly and looked around the house.
This place had never truly been her home.
She took off the ring from her finger. The ring she once treasured so much.
It felt heavy in her palm.
She placed it on the table, next to the keys.
Then she walked out.
Outside, the air felt cold.
She didn't know where to go.
She didn't know what to do next.
All she knew was that her marriage was over.
He thought this was the end.
He thought he was finally free.
She looked up at the sky, her eyes empty but dry.
She didn't know it yet.
But one day—
The man who threw her away so easily
would beg her to come back.
And by then…
She would no longer be the woman he could hurt.