After three years of marriage, I told Scott Lopez I wanted a divorce.
His brows drew together. “Just because I gave Amanda a piece of candy?”
“Yes.”
The wedding ring hit the floor with a sharp clang.
“Fine, Kimberly. This time I won’t look back. Don’t come begging.”
Three years ago, I shattered my leg saving him, abandoning my dream of becoming a dancer.
He knew I loved him so much I could never leave.
But I recognized that mint candy.
Maria Moore’s favorite. His untouchable first love.
This time, I was done.
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“Divorce over a piece of candy?” His voice dropped, heavy and cold, eyes pinning me like prey.
“Yes.”
Beside him, the new intern Amanda shrank back, tugging his sleeve like some delicate flower.
“Mr. Lopez, please don’t fight with Kimberly. It’s all my fault… I shouldn’t have asked for candy.”
Tears glittered in her doe eyes, making me the villain in my own marriage.
Scott instantly shielded her. “Amanda had low blood sugar. Was giving her candy a crime? I gave up everything to take care of you after your injury. Is this how you repay me?”
Mentioning my leg–his favorite weapon.
All of New York knew: Kimberly Garcia, the cripple who gave up her career for Scott Lopez.
But that candy’s chill went straight to my heart.
No ordinary mint.
Maria’s mint.
I laughed, my voice cracking. “Don’t you dare use my leg against me, Scott.”
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Turning, I walked toward the bedroom–every step felt like walking on shards of glass.
Amanda’s whimper followed me. “Mr. Lopez… did I cause trouble?
“Kimberly… she really hates me.”
Scott’s voice dripped with irritation and faint reassurance. “Ignore her. Spoiled rotten.”
“What’s left for a cripple without the title of Mrs. Lopez?”
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In the walk–in closet, I threw clothes into a suitcase, then lifted the locked velvet box that held every trophy from my past life.
Scott leaned on the doorframe, sneering. “Planning to dance again without me? Dream on. You’ll never set foot on stage again.”
Silent, I placed the box inside and zipped the luggage.
“Tomorrow. Nine a.m. City Hall steps,” I said flatly. “Miss it, and my lawyer will contact you.”
He chuckled like I’d just told the best joke in the world.
“Your lawyer? Kimberly, your credit cards are all mine. How do you plan to pay?”
He yanked the suitcase from my hands, eyes hard.
“Divorce is possible-”
“-but you’ll leave with nothing.”
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