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Angelina never saw it coming.

For ten years, she had been Brodie’s everything — his cheerleader, his partner, his best friend. Together they had weathered storms most couples wouldn’t survive. From financial hardships to family feuds, they always found their way back to each other. Or so she thought.

That Thursday morning started like any other. The smell of fresh coffee filled the kitchen. Angelina was humming softly, scrolling through her phone when a knock echoed at the door. It was the mailman — a large envelope in hand, bearing her name in cold black letters.

Confused, she signed and tore it open.

DIVORCE PAPERS.

Her heart sank. Her knees buckled. The room spun.

She reread the header a dozen times, hoping it was some cruel mistake. But it wasn’t. Brodie had filed for divorce — and hadn’t said a word.

She called him. No answer.

She texted. “What is this, Brodie? Tell me this isn’t real.”
Still silence.

When he finally came home that evening, she was waiting. Eyes swollen from crying, hands trembling, voice broken.
“Why, Brodie? What did I do?” she whispered.

He didn’t yell. He didn’t cry. He just looked at her with eyes full of regret.
“It’s not you, Angie. It’s me. I’ve been lying to myself for years. I’m not the man you deserve.”

That night, he confessed everything. The doubts. The disconnect. The loneliness he hadn’t voiced. He spoke of nights where he felt like a stranger in his own home. Of a life he felt stuck in — not because of her, but because he had never taken time to heal from his own wounds.

It wasn’t about cheating. It wasn’t about hate.

It was about emptiness.

Angelina was shattered. Not because he hated her — but because he still loved her, and was leaving anyway.

The days that followed were a blur. Her friends rallied around her. Her mother moved in temporarily. But nothing could fill the hole Brodie left behind. How do you grieve someone who’s still alive — someone who once promised “forever” and meant it?

Months passed. And slowly, Angelina began to rise. She started therapy. She traveled. She journaled. She cried… a lot. But eventually, she smiled again.

One autumn morning, she got a letter — not from a lawyer, but from Brodie.

It wasn’t a plea to come back.

It was an apology.

A real one.

He wrote, “I didn’t leave because you weren’t enough. I left because I didn’t know how to be whole. You gave me everything. I only wish I had given you the same.”

And with that, Angelina finally found closure.

She didn’t hate him. She didn’t wish him harm. She just… let go.

Because sometimes, love isn’t about holding on.

It’s about knowing when to set someone free.