65: Officially Divorced

A V E L I N A

Two days later, I was standing in front of the building I grew accustomed to for the past eight months.

Yesterday, he sent the divorce papers to me and as much as I tried to play it off, it hurt like hell. This was really happening.

I was dressed in a black knee length dress, with a black jacket. The bruises Benjamin left behind were fading, but the pain was still there.

The pain that Lorenzo caused was worse.

I took a deep breath and stepped into the building, the divorce papers in hand. I ignored the looks I was receiving from his employees and the security, the whispers, and the stares.

I made my way inside and the house was quiet. It looked lonely and empty, like it had been abandoned by years. I felt a wave of nostalgia hit me and the memories we shared flashed before my eyes.

The laughter, the smiles, the love, the happiness. Everything.

I was finally going to say my goodbyes to this house. The house that I had unknowingly considered a home. I had imagined u