« You weren’t lost, » I said quietly. « You were at ease. You thought you could disappear, enjoy your little escape, and come back as if nothing had happened. »
She broke down again. « This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was an old friend, we met for coffee, and then… I don’t know, one thing led to another— »
« So you slept with him? » I asked.
She froze, tears streaming down her cheeks.
« I… » Her voice broke. « Yes… »
I nodded once. No anger. No satisfaction. Just confirmation.
« So that’s it. Pack your bags. Go to your parents’ house. »
She looked devastated. « Please… not tonight. Let me stay here. Just one night. »
« Guest room, » I said. « Not a word for me. »
I went upstairs, locked the bedroom door, and sat on the bed while she cried downstairs for almost an hour. Eventually, her crying subsided. Then I heard her muffled voice—on the phone with someone. After that, the front door slammed shut.
I glanced out the window just in time to see his car drive away.
Five minutes later, my phone vibrated with a text message from an unknown number: « Please don’t do this. I love you. I’ll do anything. »
I blocked him.
Another number sent me a message.
Then another one.
That night, I sent all the photos, documents and timelines to my lawyer.
The next day, I filed for divorce.
I thought the worst was behind me.
But I was wrong.
Emily was now going to take things to the next level.
