After Losing Everything, He Realized I Was His Only Shelter

Summary

“Three years married. Is it truly irretrievably broken?” the judge asked, his voice echoing in the sterile courtroom.

I gave a bitter smile and slid my wedding band off, placing it on the oak table. It landed with a hollow clink. “Three years married. Three years separated.”

I looked up, my eyes dry. “Your Honor, is there anything left to save?”

We dated five years. I was pinned at the top of his messages, his emergency contact, the sole beneficiary of his life insurance. I thought I chose right. But on our wedding day, he received a call. His face went pale. His mother was gravely ill.