Divorce. I'm Leaving You

“Jeanne,” my husband said, looking down at me.
I was sitting by the dressing table in a robe, brushing my hair. My hand froze.
“I'm leaving. We're breaking up,” Gleb added.
I slowly put the brush down and turned to him.
“What?”
“I'm dumping you,” he said calmly, as if he were discussing the terms of a new deal. “But for now, without a divorce. It’s necessary for the business.”
Thirty years of marriage, two children, and a line from her husband during the anniversary: “I’m leaving you.”
He asks me to cover for him—until the divorce—so that his business reputation won’t suffer.
And I’ll divorce him and, in my mind, say: “Thank you for dumping me, darling!”