The Marriage I Left Behind

I took a deep breath, trying to steady the storm inside me. My hands trembled slightly as I placed the call. The words had been simmering in my chest for weeks, and now, finally, they poured out.

“Attorney, I want a divorce from Malcolm. And I want to erase myself completely from their lives.”

“Amara, are you certain about this? I urge you to consider the implications carefully—especially since you are the rightful heir to the Valencia Group.”

But I had already made my decision. Years of marriage had shown me the truth: the silent coldness, the endless betrayals, the way his eyes always…