At 2:30 AM, My Husband’s Assistant Sent Me a Photo Meant to Shame Me. I Sent It Straight to His Company’s Entire Board.

Memories.

Promises that he had changed.

I placed the letter in the fireplace without reading past the first paragraph.

Some people believe revenge is watching someone suffer.

They are wrong.

The greatest revenge is becoming someone they can never reach again.

I looked out over the city from the office that once belonged to my husband.

Now, it belonged to me.

And for the first time in seven years, I smiled.

Not because Ethan had lost everything.

But because I finally remembered that I had never needed him to begin with.