“Yes, Michael, I can,” I said with quiet strength. “I’ve had enough of the lies, the betrayal. This is my decision.”

Around us, the murmurs of our family and friends grew louder, their attention drawn to the unfolding drama. But I didn’t care. For the first time in a long time, I felt free, unburdened by the weight of his deceit.

Michael stared at the papers, his mind scrambling for words, for control. But it was too late. I had taken the power back.

As I walked away, leaving him to face the consequences of his choices, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. The evening hadn’t gone as planned, but in the end, it was perfect in its own way. I was free to begin anew, with my dignity intact and my future in my own hands.