She was still allowed to come into the office. Technically. But there was nothing left for her to do. That’s when it hit her: she wasn’t being divorced. She was being removed. She told herself none of it mattered. Not the money. Not the house. Not the business.
She didn’t care about the wealth they’d built or the life everyone envied. She just wanted him. The man she’d married. The partner she believed she still had, somewhere underneath the coldness and the ego and the sudden cruelty. She tried to talk to him.