For ten years I was his wife in every way, except for one thing – our official marriage. When I asked him for a signature, he just laughed, “It’s just a piece of paper.” The next morning, his smile disappeared.

Because there was no divorce document, no pictures of another man, no threats.

There was only one piece of paper.

And a list of things I planned to do in the next few days.

Michael has read it twice.

And then, for the first time in ten years, he looked at me not like a woman who wasn’t going anywhere.

But for a woman he could really lose.

“Laura… what is it?”

I put a cup of coffee in front of him.

“You said yourself that marriage is just a piece of paper.”

Marriage

He looked at me.

And for the first time, he couldn’t find an answer.

But the most interesting part was at the bottom of the list.

There was one line there that Michael apparently didn’t expect.