Three days before my anniversary, I found divorce papers hidden beneath my husband’s old university certificates.
My hands went cold.
Malachi had promised me forever. Yet there it was—my name beside his, printed neatly beneath the word DIVORCE.
I heard footsteps.
I shoved the papers back and turned.
His mother stood in the doorway.
She smiled.
“You found them.”
My heart dropped.
“You knew?”
She walked closer, completely unbothered.
“I've been trying to convince my son to leave you for months.”
“Why?”
Her smile disappeared.
“Because you don't deserve what my family is about to inherit.”
Before I could answer, Malachi appeared behind her.
His eyes moved from his mother to me.
Then to the cabinet.
“What did you find, Zaria?”
I opened my mouth.
His mother whispered, “Tell him.”
And suddenly, Malachi looked terrified.
