After ten years of marriage, I want everything divided fairly… even now, it still matters. A decade is not insignificant.

A spreadsheet was open.

My name appeared in the first column.

“Expenses she will cover.”

Rent projection.
Utilities.
Groceries.
Insurance.

The total was unrealistic for someone who had been out of the workforce for ten years.

Underneath it, a note:

“If she can’t pay, she leaves.”

Leaves.

I stared at those words for a long time.

Then I noticed another tab.

For illustration purposes only
“New proposal.”

I clicked.

Another woman’s name was at the top.

Same building.
Different apartment.

Same future — without me.

The air left my lungs.

This was never about fairness.

It was about replacement.

That night, sitting across from me on the bed, he spoke in a tone so calm it felt cold.