The 10:03 Signature
The moment my pen touched the divorce papers, the clock on the mediator’s wall struck exactly 10:03 in the morning. I remember thinking how strange it was that a moment like that could feel so hollow. No tears. No dramatic confrontation. Just a deep, echoing quiet settling somewhere inside my chest, the kind of stillness you only feel after a long war has finally, finally ended.
My name is Catherine. I’m thirty-two, a mother of two, and as of exactly five minutes ago, no longer David’s wife. He had once promised me safety and forever, back when those words still meant something coming out of his mouth, only to throw all of it away for a secret affair he thought I’d never uncover.
I had barely set the pen down when his phone rang. That ringtone, the one I had come to despise more than almost anything else in my life, filled the small mediation room. He answered without hesitation, his voice going soft in a way I hadn’t heard directed at me in years.
“It’s done. I’m on my way,” he said, not even bothering to look at me. “Today’s the checkup, right? Don’t worry, Allison. My whole family will be there. This child, he’s our heir.”
The mediator slid the final documents across the table toward him. David didn’t bother reading a single line. He signed quickly, almost carelessly, and tossed the pen aside like it had already served its purpose.
“There’s nothing to split,” he said, cold as ice. “The condo is mine. The car is mine. And the kids, Aiden and Chloe, she can take them if she wants. Makes things easier for me.”
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