After ten years of marriage, I want everything to be split fairly… even now, it still matters. Ten years is not a small thing.

I reread the clause.

And for the first time in a decade…
I smiled.

The next morning I made breakfast as always.

Unsweetened coffee.
Lightly toasted bread.
Juice just the way he liked.

Routine lingers even when love fades.

He spoke with confidence.

“We should formalize the fifty-fifty split.”

“Perfect,” I replied calmly.

No tears.
No shouting.

That unsettled him more than anger would have.