Darius didn’t object.
He even showed up without a reminder, signed all the papers in silence, and left without saying goodbye.
Kiana watched him walk away down the polished hallway and felt nothing.
No pity, no anger, no regret.
Just an emptiness that wasn’t oppressive or tormenting, but rather liberating.
A month later, the divorce was finalized.
Kiana received the certificate, put it in her document folder at home, and breathed a sigh of relief.
That was it.
Period.
A new chapter in her life.
In November, she signed up for English language courses at the community college.
She had long wanted to brush up on her skills but never had the time.
Now she had time to spare.
In the evenings, she sat at her kitchen table with her textbooks, listened to podcasts, and watched movies in English with subtitles.
In December, something pleasant happened at work.
Her boss called her into his office and offered her a promotion.
The senior accountant was going on maternity leave, and they needed a replacement.
“Kiana, you’re our most responsible and competent person,” he said, tapping his pen on the desk. “Can you handle it?”
Kiana smiled.
“Of course I can.”
The promotion meant a raise and more responsibility, but Kiana wasn’t afraid.
On the contrary, she wanted to dive into work head‑first to fill the void that sometimes still made itself known.
By the new year, the apartment was transformed.
Kiana finally started the kitchen renovation she had dreamed of for so long.
