I had also included a copy of the appointment confirmation from a family lawyer I had arranged to see the following week.
At the bottom of the letter, I had written one final sentence:
“You spent forty years believing I would never leave because I had already given you most of my life. You forgot that I still have a life of my own.”
Daniel read it twice.
Then his hands began to shake.
“You’re leaving me?”
I looked at the man who had once promised to stand beside me until our final breath.
“I’m leaving the marriage you thought I would tolerate. What happens next will depend on the truth, the choices we make, and the advice I receive. But I will not continue pretending that nothing happened.”
He looked around desperately.
“Margaret, we can work this out. We don’t have to do this.”
“Why didn’t you think about working it out before you started seeing Sofia?”
