He and Charlotte were kissing with a desperate, consuming intensity.
I scrolled through the images, my expression blank, and clicked save.
Charlotte was as malicious as she was foolish. I had been worried about finding concrete proof of their affair for the divorce filing, and here she was, delivering it on a silver platter.
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On the day of my flight, I felt lighter than I had in years.
Just before boarding, a text from Walter popped up on my screen.
*Have you reflected enough? Charlotte is waiting in the hospital for your apology.*
I lowered my gaze. My fingers danced lightly over the keyboard.
*Let's divorce.*
