There wasn’t any trust, either.
In the months that followed, the divorce was messy. Camille contested everything.
And I mean everything.
She contested our house, brought up spousal support with a ridiculous amount that she wanted to be paid every month. And she even tried to get me to pay for her trips back to France.
I mean, seriously? How stupid did she think I was?
I refused it all, except for the house. I didn’t want it anymore. I moved into a bachelor pad closer to work, and I’m trying to rebuild my life.
It still stings. Especially because I saw an entire future with Cami. I saw us moving into a house by the sea and having children of our own. But now? That entire life is up in smoke completely.
But you know what? At least I’m no longer living a lie. Nolan stuck by me through the whole process, and I’ll forever be grateful for his honesty.
Now, I wonder if Camille ended up with Benoit or not. Maybe her parents finally got what they wanted.
But as for me? I’m free. And that’s enough. More than enough.
