I was devastated.
I was also relieved.
For weeks, I had wondered whether there was some hidden context that would make his words less terrible. Now I knew that the person who had promised to build a life with me was more concerned about being exposed than about what he had done.
The divorce was painful, expensive, and far less dramatic than people might imagine.
There were forms to complete, meetings to attend, accounts to examine, and decisions to make while I was exhausted.
There was no triumphant moment when everyone suddenly understood.
Some relatives believed Grayson.
Others believed Lorna.
A few people told me I should have confronted them sooner, as though the greatest mistake in the story was my failure to discover the truth quickly enough.
I learned not to explain myself to everyone.
The divorce eventually went through.
The apartment remained mine, but I couldn’t bear to live there. Every room carried a memory that had changed meaning.
