It wasn’t easy.
Some mornings, I woke up missing Kelly so intensely that I had to remind myself why I had left.
I missed the man who used to bring me breakfast on Sunday mornings. I missed the laughter we had shared before the arguments began. I missed the dreams we had made when we were young and convinced that love would protect us from every hardship.
But I also remembered the slap.
I remembered Nonye’s voice.
And I remembered the copied signature on the document about our home.
Whenever nostalgia made me question my decision, I reminded myself that a few beautiful memories did not erase months of betrayal.
Meanwhile, Kelly’s financial problems became impossible for him to hide.
Without my cooperation, he could not simply proceed with the property arrangements he had discussed. The lawyer helped me understand the documents and determine what steps were appropriate to protect my interests.
