After the Divorce, He Begged Me to Stay

During the years Lewis James was cheating on me, I threatened him countless times that I'd find a lover of my own.

By the hundredth time, he didn't even bother looking up.

"Mrs. James," he said, a cigarette dangling between his lips, a lazy smile curling around the smoke, "that's a hundred times now. You haven't slept with a single man. Aren't you tired of this game?"

His phone buzzed. His expression softened instantly, and he waved the screen at me.

"Take your time. I'm going to see my girl."

I watched him walk out the door, and something inside me finally clicked into place.