SWEET VENGEANCE

tle hum of silence that had become the third presence in their home. Mark had left

d into the city's rhythm. Her feet guided her to Le Claret, a quiet corner café she used t

ta recogn

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st felt like coming

w, and opened her journal. But her pen hov

hen she

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g about her... som

poli

harply. The woman reminded her of someone, or something, she could

diagonally across from Vanessa, scrolling through

udgmental, but this woman had a certain aura-effortless al

eye cont

a fli

looked a

sa couldn't shak

d kept replaying the way the woman laughed-confident, unbothered. T

d her of somet

pologies. He looked tired, but not the kind of tired that c

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nodded

ask where

d, unbidden, to the

unravel and rethread its

she wrote in

yet. But I know. My body knows. Her confidence, her presence-it stung. I felt invisible beside her. Not

ar... I refuse t

ok gently and tur

identally knocked over Mark's gym bag. A folded sl

rembled as sh

But it was her. The wo

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ghi

art didn't b

ame face that sat across from her just yesterd

ds began

dy to confront

cry when she

rint. She stared at Tessa's smile - all pearly teeth and glossy

room, she sat on the edge of the bed, hands clen

d down her cheeks like they had bee

t only b

humil

be his world, had become invisible in her own li

to on the dresser, the fading scent of his cologne in t

ldn't destr

re to scream

isten. She

uld strike - not with

ry came

afternoon, t

ng old movies. He had looked at her like she was the only woman alive. He

had l

like a cruel

he even rememb

rough the local park on her way home

fountain when she he

was

ss

tanding by a food truck, chat

ppost, her heart hammering.

h the barista, and walk away, sipping on a

ing so... constr

r bag. A calculated lo

een women lik

with her husband. And th

mall, leather notebook from her dra

a clean pag

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