Chapter 1

CAMILLE’S POINT OF VIEW

Three years. One thousand and ninety-five days of trying to be the perfect wife, and this was my reward divorce papers on our anniversary.

I stared at Stefan’s perfect signature on the last page, the ink still fresh. He must have signed them this morning, probably right after I’d left that stupid handmade card on his desk. The one I’d spent hours making, like a fool who still believed in fairy tales.

The anniversary card I made for my husband Stefan still sat on the kitchen counter, untouched. Three years of marriage summed up in a handmade gesture he couldn’t even bother to open. I’d spent hours on it last night, writing words I thought mattered.

My coffee had gone cold. Funny how you notice small things when your world is falling apart.

“Sign here. And here.” Stefan’s voice was distant, businesslike. He’d laid out the divorce papers like contracts at one of his meetings, sticky tabs marking each signature line. “The highlighted sections need initials.”