What if I used this information to get a divorce from him, then?
The thought came uninvited...almost brutal.
It etched into my head like a whisper I wasn't supposed to hear, but once it was there, it refused to leave.
I stared blankly at the folder for a long moment, the weight of everything pressing down on me until my chest ached.
Divorce.
The word itself felt heavy, like a stone sinking deep inside me. On the same time, it gave me a sense of hope.
Hope of a new beginning.
And maybe… maybe using this info I could get out of his world forever.
If I used what I knew...this scandal, this hidden truth. I could force him to let me go.
I could finally break free from the cold marriage that was nothing but a stage play. Whether it was true or not, whether he had actually done it or not, I didn't care anymore.
He had lied to me.
He had pretended.
If he wanted to play games, I could play too.
Yes, it would be ruthless to blackmail, but hadn't he been ruthless first?
