My ex-husband paraded his new wife in front of me — minutes later, I signed a paper that made him regret everything. The conference room felt like a stage, and I was cast as the loser. Across the mahogany table sat Ethan—once my forever—now smirking in a tailored suit, his arm draped with Khloe, his so-called “upgrade.” “Can we expedite this?” he told the lawyer, then shot me one final dagger: “Amelia’s a relic. She’ll always be stuck in the past.” I signed anyway. Each stroke of the pen felt li