Your cancer can wait — Mom’s got a big birthday bash to celebrate…

Emily nodded, feeling a mix of joy and anxiety. Discharge meant returning to the real world, with its challenges and uncertainties. “Something troubling you?”

Harrison asked perceptively. “Just wondering… what’s next,” she admitted. “I don’t want to go back to our apartment with James. My parents’ place is a tiny one-bedroom; I’d just be in the way. No job, I’m on medical leave. No money either.”

“I see,” Harrison nodded. “I have a suggestion. We’re opening an administrative position in our registration office. Not demanding, but it needs someone attentive and courteous. I think you’d be great. As for housing, the center has small staff apartments.

Not fancy, but good for a start.” Emily stared at him. “You’re… offering me a job? And a place to live?” “Why not?” he shrugged. “You’re educated, with experience in finance. We need people like you. And besides…” He paused. “I think you deserve a fresh start. Without the weight of the past.”

Tears pricked Emily’s eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered. “I don’t know how I earned this kindness.” “By living, Ms. Thompson,” Harrison stood. “By fighting and not giving up, even when everything was against you. People like that deserve help.”

After he left, Emily sat for a long time, mulling over the offer. A new job, new home, new city—a chance to start over. Without James, without his mother, without the burden of betrayal and pain. In that moment, she made a decision she’d been contemplating for weeks.

She pulled out her phone and texted her lawyer: “File the divorce papers. I’m ready.”

It wasn’t revenge. It wasn’t about punishing James or making him suffer more. It was freedom—for both of them. A chance to leave behind the pain, betrayal, and disappointment. A chance to start anew, each with their own life, free from the shadows of past mistakes.