I was about to leave when I caught the murmur of voices drifting from the lounge.
"Are you really going to divorce Pamela?"
It was Althea Sanchez, the only member of the Sanchez family who had ever shown me any kindness.
A long silence stretched before William answered. "She wants to leave. A woman that vain and money-hungry, going Dutch with me for ten years? It was only a matter of time before she couldn't keep up the act."
I didn't love him anymore. I knew that. But hearing those words from the man who had once treasured me like something precious still made my heart seize, the pain so sharp I doubled over.
"Maybe... there's more to it than you think?"
Althea's voice wavered, hesitant, and I realized in an instant that she might know what had really happened all those years ago.
I crept closer and pressed my ear to the door.
The lounge fell quiet.
"The truth is, back then, the reason was..."
