The lie.
Selfishness.
And the act of taking others for granted.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
Everyone was listening.
Then I took an envelope out of my bag.
Marc recognized her immediately.
Her face paled even more.
- Not…
I placed the envelope on the table.
— The divorce papers.
A murmur rippled through the room.
—I signed them this morning.
Silence reigned once more.
"You can't do that," Marc whispered.
I smile slightly.
- Yeah.
Can.
And I will.
That night, which was supposed to be for celebrating her birthday, became the moment when the whole truth came out.
The guests began to leave little by little.
Some came up and hugged me.
