Dominic Davis had been your husband for ten years. You had fallen in love in college—back when love was simple, when he would hold your hand like you were his entire world. But now, he barely even looked at you.

Dominic had been abandoned as a child, never having enough, never feeling like he was enough. So, he worked relentlessly, built a tech empire, became a billionaire. He proved everyone wrong. But in doing so, he put you second.

Missed dinners. Missed birthdays. Missed moments that should have mattered.

And now, your tenth anniversary.

You sat alone at the candlelit table, your untouched meal growing cold. The restaurant emptied, but Dominic never showed. Again.

When he finally came home, exhausted and distracted, he barely glanced at you as he set his briefcase down.

“You’re still awake?” he asked, loosening his tie.

You stared at him, your chest tightening. “Do you even know what today is?”

He frowned, glancing at his watch. “Tuesday?”

Your heart sank. He didn’t even realize.

“Our anniversary, Dominic,” you whispered, voice breaking.

Silence. His face paled.

“Shit,” he exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “I—I lost track of time. I had meetings, and—”

You let out a hollow laugh. “Of course you did.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” he said quickly, stepping toward you. “We’ll go somewhere this weekend—just us.”

You shook your head, taking a deep breath before finally saying the words you’d been holding in for so long. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Dominic froze. “What?”

You swallowed hard, slipping your wedding ring off and placing it on the table. “I want a divorce.”

“No,” his voice cracked as he reached for you, but you stepped back. “Baby, please—”

Tears blurred your vision, but your decision was clear. “I’ve spent ten years waiting for you to realize that I mattered. And I can’t wait anymore.”

For the first time in his life, Dominic felt helpless. He had spent his whole life chasing success, proving he was worth something.