But looking at his empty, detached expression, I knew it wouldn’t matter.
He’d made his choice long ago.
Without another word, I turned and walked out of that cabin. I didn’t look back. I didn’t need to.
The Jason I loved was gone. Maybe he’d been gone long before that day he disappeared, and I was just the last one to realize it.
The walk back felt longer, heavier. Every step was one more reminder that I was leaving a piece of my life behind, a piece I’d never get back.
I barely noticed the trees, the growing shadows, the ache in my legs. My mind was numb, my heart hollow.
Back home, I wasted no time. I walked straight into a lawyer’s office the next morning, barely able to say the words, but knowing I had to.
“I want a divorce,” I said, my voice stronger than I felt.
“And I want support. If he has any assets, my kids deserve them.”
The lawyer nodded, looking at me with sympathy. “We’ll make sure you and your children are taken care of, Maggie.”
As I left, a strange calm washed over me.
I’d spent years waiting, grieving, and wondering if Jason would come back. But I finally understood that he wasn’t coming back, and even if he did, he wasn’t the man I’d once loved.
Now it was my turn to choose. I needed to make a life for my children rooted in love, stability, and honesty.
Jason had taken one path, but I was taking mine. And I was never looking back.
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Source: amomama
