Today marked the long-awaited day when the verdict on my contract marriage would finally arrive, and the moment carried a heaviness in the air that pressed down on me far more intensely than I had ever anticipated or prepared myself for emotionally.
The lawyer sat across from me in the sleek, wood-panelled office, his posture straight and his expression calm and practiced from years of delivering life-altering news, and when he offered a small, reassuring smile paired with a subtle nod of confirmation.
It made all the knotted tension coiled tight in my shoulders begin to loosen at last, like a rope finally giving way after months of strain.
I had been waiting for this verdict for what felt like an eternity—waiting desperately for the legal chance to shatter the engagement chains, to sever myself completely from Felix and his toxic web, and to slam the door shut on that miserable, soul-crushing chapter of my life once and for all.
