"Annulment papers," I told him. "When Mr. Whitfield restructured the trust in August, I asked him to draw these up too. A contingency. To be filed only if I ever confirmed what I'd been afraid of for a long time. Fraud in the inducement of marriage. He says it's a clean case."
"I won't waste another tear."
My husband finally found his voice.
"Sandra, wait, please!"
"I waited for 15 years, Aaron. I'm done waiting."
I walked them both to the door. Then I closed it.
***
Weeks later, I sat on my grandmother's porch swing with coffee warming my hands. The deed was back in my name. The trust was untouched. The annulment was final.
"Sandra, wait, please!"
Megan pulled up and climbed the steps with two pastries in a paper bag.
"How are you, really?" she asked.
"Tired and sad," I said. "But good."
She squeezed my hand, and we rocked together in the quiet.
"How are you, really?"
***
So that's where I am, friends. I'm not dating anyone, and I'm healing slowly.
I'm also learning to trust myself and my instincts for the first time since before I married Aaron.
