Chapter 6 - The DivorceThe divorce papers were signed two weeks later.
No shouting.
No accusations.
No courtroom drama.
Just two signatures.
Tristan gave me everything he legally could.
He didn't fight for the house.
He didn't fight for the assets.
He didn't even ask for alimony.
Before leaving the attorney's office, he looked at me.
“I know I don't deserve another chance.”
I remained silent.
“But I want to become someone who would.”
I looked at him.
“Then do it.”
He nodded.
“I will.”
He left.
I thought that was the end.
It wasn't.
Three months later, I received a letter.
From Rosemary's attorney.
There was one final instruction in the will.
I was required to open a second envelope one year after her death.
Inside was a letter addressed to both of us.
I invited Tristan.
We sat in the same room where we had signed our divorce papers.
I opened it.
Shelby and Tristan,
If you're reading this together, then perhaps there is still hope for both of you—not necessarily as husband and wife, but as two people who once loved each other.
Tristan looked down.
I continued.
Tristan, I know what you did.
I know about Amber.
I know about the child.
I know about the lies.
But I also know my son.
You are not a bad man.
You are a weak man who made terrible choices.
Tristan's eyes filled.
Weakness can be corrected.
But only if you stop blaming circumstances.
Then came the part addressed to me.
Shelby, you saved my life more times than you know.
Please don't spend yours waiting for someone else to become worthy of you.
I stopped reading.
My vision blurred.
Tristan whispered:
“She loved you.”
“Yes.”
“She loved us both.”
“Yes.”
“But she chose you.”
May you like
I looked at him.
“She chose the person who stayed.”
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