I cried when I took my husband to the airport in New Delhi because he was “leaving for two years to Toronto”… but when I returned home, I transferred $650,000 to my personal account and filed for divorce.

Silent.
Legal.
Irreversible.

Then I called my family’s lawyer in Defence Colony.

“I want to initiate divorce proceedings immediately,” I said.

That night I cried.

Not because he had left me.
But because he had almost turned me into the unwilling sponsor of his new life.

The next day he called.

“I’ve arrived in Toronto,” he said. He even played airport sounds in the background.

What an actor.

“How was the flight?” I asked calmly.

“Long, but it’ll be worth it for our future.”

Our.

For three days he kept calling from “Canada.”
White hallways. Parking lots. Car interiors.

If I hadn’t seen the lease agreement, I might have believed every lie.