Page 238 of My Rules

“I’m great.” I pull out the contract from my bag and tear it in two.

“What are you doing?” He frowns.

“Divorcing you.”

“You can’t.”

“I filed this morning.”

“I’ll take the house.”

I look him straight in the eye. “Nothing on earth is worth being tied to a loser like you.”

His face falls.

“This is your first and last warning, John. Stay the fuck away from me, or I’ll have a restraining order put on you.”

He sits back in annoyance. “You don’t mean that.”

“Try me.”

His eyes hold mine. “You’re not thinking straight.”

I smile. The audacity of this pitiful man.

So pathetically weak.

“For the first time in my life, I’m seeing things with crystal-clear clarity. You are the biggest regret of my life, and I’m embarrassed to even know you.”

His face falls.

“I hope you rot in hell.” I stand.

“Rebecca,” he stammers, as if sensing that I’m completely done. “I love you.”

“Goodbye, John.”

I walk out of the restaurant and smile as I hit the fresh air.

That felt good.

Blake

The sirens echo in the distance. Has there ever been a more iconic New York sound?

I look around my new apartment. So different from home.

With such short notice, I had to take whatever furnished apartment that I could find. Thankfully I could organize another doctor to stand in for me back home and take care of things. It wasn’t urgent that I come here immediately—I don’t start at the new hospital for two weeks—but I just had to get out of Kingston Lane.

I couldn’t be there anymore.

Even the thought of one more day was unbearable.

My heart is heavy and painful in my chest, and with the way that I feel right now, I’m not sure if I’ll ever recover.

Or if I even want to.

Because if I lose this feeling, then there will be nothing left of us. She’ll just become someone that I used to know.