When He Stops Protecting Me

When I divorced Helena Rhodes, we were both calm.

She gently asked what I wanted.

Without hesitation, I answered,

“The car, the house, the savings.

And half of the company shares.”

Helena paused, slightly surprised.

“What about the children? You don’t want them?

You love them so much—how can you abandon Emma Young and Lily Young?”

I looked at the scars on my wrists from countless self-inflicted wounds and quietly shook my head.

I didn’t want them anymore.

From now on, aside from money, anything tied to Helena—

I wanted none of it.