I remembered Arthur’s final nights. Sleeping in my car. Being discarded like trash.

Slowly, I freed my hands and stood.

“You’re right about one thing, Curtis,” I said evenly. “Pain clarifies things. And I see very clearly now.”

“Vanessa, please!” he sobbed, collapsing to his knees. “Don’t do this! I’m your husband!”

“Not anymore,” I said quietly. “You decided that. You told me I didn’t belong in your life.”

I turned to Sterling.

“When can I take possession of the house?”

“Immediately, Mrs. Vanessa. The locks will be changed within the hour.”

“Perfect,” I said, heading for the door.

“You can’t leave me like this!” Curtis screamed behind me, crawling forward. “What am I supposed to do?!”

I paused without turning around.