At that moment, I understood.
They were the real family.
Swallowing back the stinging tears, I took screenshots of the evidence and switched back to his main account.
I finally noticed Elijah had changed his status message.
It had always been the same, a single word. [Wait.]
When I once asked him what it meant, he smiled and said he was waiting for my legs to heal.
But now, it had changed. [Home.]
And at last, I understood.
Wait had never been for me. He had been waiting for Scarlett. Home meant she was finally back.
I placed his phone back on the nightstand and stepped onto the balcony, my fingers tightening around my own.
"Hello, I’d like to book a plane ticket. Departure in five days."
Five days, just enough to bury five years of lies.
That night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep.
The next day, during lunch, my phone lit up.
Elijah’s gaze flicked to it from the corner of his eye. His expression darkened.
"Wife, why are you applying to cancel your bank card?"
I shut off the screen, my voice calm. "My card is expiring. I scheduled a renewal."
He looked like he wanted to say something else, but then his phone rang.