After My Husband Wished He Met Her First

"Please, have a seat."

Entering the office, Corbin Murray greeted me as if I were a guest of honor. My eyes drifted to the sofa, which was overflowing with plush toys. The bookshelves had transformed into snack storage, and the door to the private lounge stood slightly ajar, revealing some disheveled women's clothing strewn across the floor. Corbin’s gaze, impossible to decipher, met mine, prompting me to avert my eyes, feeling somewhat out of place.

"Here's the paperwork."

Corbin handed me the divorce papers, watching intently as I went through them. "We've shared a long history; you won't be lacking. You can pick any of the cars or houses you prefer. If there's anything else on your mind, just say."

Was this meant to be some kind of recompense? That was the only thought that flashed through my mind, yet it didn’t affect my pace in reading. The agreement offered more than enough for a lifetime. Corbin had always been generous, never miserly in such matters.

"No need. Just this," I replied, "and the house I've been living in—that should suffice."

I signed the papers smoothly and handed them back to Corbin. He seemed ready to say more, his mouth opening only to shut again upon seeing my actions. He seemed shocked that we were done in less than five minutes.

I stood up.

"The divorce has a one-month grace period before it's final. I'll be in touch then."

With that, I turned to leave.

"Zainab."

"Yes?"

"Is that really all you have to say to me?" Corbin's brow furrowed, disbelief coloring his voice.

I looked at him, confused by the sincerity of his question. After a pause, I genuinely asked, "At this point, are you expecting me to wish you and Arianna a blissful and fulfilling life together?"

I've moved on, but not quite to that level.

"..."

Corbin was silent, his eyes revealing a depth of emotion. As I reached for the door handle, his voice found me once more.

"Zainab, in the end, I'm the one who failed you. I'll continue to take care of your mom's medical expenses."