“You ceased to be my husband the moment you locked that door,” I replied, my voice as sharp as a diamond. Bridget handed him the divorce papers along with a criminal summons for child endangerment and failure to provide assistance.
“The game is over, Dominic,” I said, signaling the guards to escort them out. “I never want to see any of you again.”
In the four years since that day, I have built a multi million dollar fashion empire and founded a charity for single mothers. I am now married to a wonderful man named Marcus, an architect who loves Leo as if he were his own.
Gertrude passed away in a state funded nursing home, still bitter until her final breath. Felicity is working a low wage job at a diner to pay off her shopping debts, and Dominic is a ghost of a man, working construction and living in a tiny studio.
Sometimes I watch Leo playing in our new garden and I think about the locks on that old door. They were meant to trap me, but instead, they were the very thing that set me free to find the life I actually deserved.
