“Kiki, this is gorgeous,” Shauna exclaimed, examining the kitchen. “It looks like something out of a magazine.”
They sat late into the night talking, laughing, and reminiscing about the past.
Shauna suddenly asked,
“Listen, do you ever regret how things turned out with Darius?”
Kiana thought about it, looking into her glass of wine.
“You know, sometimes I regret the wasted time. But I don’t regret leaving. If I had stayed, it would have only gotten worse. They would have bled me dry for the rest of my days. But now I’m free.”
Shauna nodded.
“You did the right thing. You’re strong. Not every woman would have decided to act like that.”
Kiana smiled.
“I just realized one thing in time. You can’t live with people who see you as a wallet, not a person. You can’t forgive betrayal. Even if it’s your husband, even if you feel bad about the years you spent.”
Shauna raised her glass.
“To you, Kiki. To your strength and wisdom.”
They clinked glasses, and Kiana felt something inside quietly, finally healing.
A week later, Ms. Mabel called her.
Kiana was surprised.
The neighbor usually didn’t call—she just cornered her in the hallway to gossip.
“Kiki, hello. Listen, I just saw your ex. He was standing near the convenience store asking for a cigarette. He didn’t look so good—aged, drawn.”
Kiana politely thanked her for the information and hung up.
She didn’t feel sorry for Darius.
He had chosen his own path.
Now he had to walk it.
She walked to the window and looked out at the street.
