I did not feel triumph or satisfaction when I thought about everything that had happened. What I felt instead was something much simpler and much more powerful.
I felt order.
The last time I thought about that vineyard in Napa Valley, I did not remember the ceremony or the lies that surrounded it.
I only remembered the exact moment I smiled before pressing send.
That was the moment I stopped being the betrayed wife who waited for answers.
That was the moment I became the only person who already knew how the story would end.
