I was remarried to James,my divorce attorney who had uncovered Stan’s hidden assets during our divorce. Stan’s life had fallen apart, and he was hoping I’d take him back. But I saw through his regret. He had left me for something better, and now that it hadn’t worked out, he wanted to come back.

I turned him away, handing him a business card for a motel, and with a final, biting remark about his regret, I closed the door. Inside, I was happy and secure with James, exactly where I was meant to be. As Stan left, I didn’t look back—everything that mattered was right in front of me.