I Said I Never Loved Him to Save Him

Everyone thought I felt nothing for Wayne Henson.

For three years of marriage, he'd declared his love ninety-nine times, loud enough for the whole world to hear.

I never answered. Not once.

On the hundredth day of our marriage, Wayne didn't come.

He sent someone with a letter instead.

I sat stiff in the dining room chair, hands shaking as I tore the envelope open.

A single line on that wide sheet of paper:

【Lacey Abbott, I'm tired. Let's get a divorce!】

I crushed the paper in my fist.

Over and over, I traced those two words. Divorce.

And I broke.