Inside the envelope were two tickets to Italy—a fake itinerary I had printed out.
Inside the box were the divorce papers, wedding ring, and also the proof of his affair.
Two hours later, I was standing at the gate, clutching my passport. The boarding announcement for the flight to Zurich echoed through the terminal.
My phone rang.
It was Nathan.
I stared at the screen for a moment. Then, I answered.
“Karylle?” His voice was breathless, panicked. “Where are you? I’ve been looking everywhere. You just vanished from the party.”
“I’m leaving now, Nathan,” I said, my voice calm.
“Leaving? What do you mean? Leaving the party?”
“No,” I said. “I’m leaving for our vacation. I couldn’t wait. I took an earlier flight.”
“What?” He sounded confused. “Without me? But… we were supposed to go tomorrow. I haven’t even packed.”
“I know,” I said, injecting a note of sweetness into my voice. “But I wanted to surprise you. I left your ticket and a gift on the bed. It’s all arranged. Just go home, get your things, and follow me. I’ll be waiting.”