“I want a divorce,” I said, each word precise and deliberate. I watched as the color drained from his face, his features collapsing like a house of cards.

“Claire, please, can we—”

“No, Logan,” I interrupted, a steely edge in my voice. “This is not up for discussion. I’ve made my decision.”

Madison had already left, her presence a lingering ghost in the house. But there was one more thing I needed to do. I picked up my phone and dialed my daughter’s number. She deserved to hear the truth from me, unvarnished and raw.