By that point, my heart had stopped hurting for her. It had gone quiet. Terrifyingly quiet.
Just before dawn, Morris sent me a video.
The moment I tapped it open, I heard the filthy sounds of a woman and a man panting together.
Then came the image I would despise for the rest of my life. Morris had thrown away every last shred of brotherhood. He'd declared war.
"See that, Nathaniel?"
"You've beaten me so many times. But this time? I won."
"The woman you love most is underneath me. Look how shameless she is. How pathetic."
"Ha Haha! Are you furious? Too bad. The angrier you get, the happier I am."
But my heart was still water. The rage from last night was gone, every last trace of it.
A mocking smile tugged at my lips. "Morris, that woman is yours. I'm done with her. Have fun."
"Oh, and one more thing—don't bother coming in to work tomorrow. You're fired. If you're so eager to wear someone else's castoffs, then wear them all you want. A woman like Valerie isn't worth another second of my love."
I was about to hang up when Valerie's furious voice cut through the line. "Nathaniel! How dare you talk about me like that? Fine. You want a divorce? I'll make sure you're left with nothing."