Chapter 19 - The Final Severance
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The next afternoon, a small, battered package arrived at the gates of my estate.
The security guard brought it up to my office. It was a simple cardboard box, heavily taped, with my name handwritten in Grant’s familiar scrawl.
I opened it carefully.
Inside rested my diamond engagement ring and the matching wedding band. Sitting beneath the rings was a short, handwritten note on cheap, lined paper.
Morgan,
I sold my watch to afford the shipping. I know you don't need these, but I can't keep them. Every time I look at them, I remember what I threw away. You were the best thing that ever happened to me, and I let my family destroy it. I am so sorry for everything. I hope you find someone who deserves you.
Grant.
I stared at the note, feeling absolutely nothing. No anger, no sadness, no lingering attachment. The man who wrote this letter was a stranger to me now.
I didn't keep the rings.
May you like
I put them back in the box, called my assistant, and instructed her to auction them off, donating the proceeds to a local women's shelter.
The final tie was severed. The chapter was permanently closed. I stood up, walked to my office bar, and poured myself a generous glass of vintage bourbon. I had won the war, and the peace that followed was intoxicating.
