I rushed home, heart racing with excitement—I had just quit my job for the best reason imaginable. But as I neared the house, my excitement turned to confusion. My suitcases sat on the porch.

Lucas stood in the doorway, arms crossed. “You quit your job? Planning to live off me? Not happening.”

I blinked. “You think I’m some leech?”

He scoffed. “You’ve never had ambition. Other men have wives who actually want something out of life.”

His words hit like a slap, but I remained calm. I reached into my bag, pulling out the check that changed everything.

Lucas’s eyes widened as he read it. “$2.8 million?”

I smirked. “From my lawyer. My inheritance.”

He stammered, his smugness vanishing. “Babe, maybe we should talk—”

I kicked my suitcase toward him. “Oh, Lucas. You already made your choice. Thanks for packing.”

He scrambled, desperate. “Let’s have coffee.”

I humored him, but while he brewed it, I booked a five-star hotel. When he returned, hopeful, I set my wedding ring beside the cup. “My taxi’s almost here. Enjoy your coffee.”

As I left, Lucas stood frozen. The taxi driver glanced at me in the mirror. “Rough day?”

I exhaled. “Actually, it’s turning out to be the best one yet.”

By the time we reached the hotel, I knew: I was free. Sometimes, the biggest revelations aren’t the ones we plan—they’re the ones life forces us to see.