Wreckage of a Marriage

ast, an email landed in my inbox. It was from my old boss, a man I resp

r you. We're opening a new branch in Northwood City. We need a project lead.

s an escape. A clean break. My heart beat a li

iately. I'm in.

eeded anything, telling me about the "progress" he was making in his therapy with Scarle

hone. "The money is too good to pass up, especially with these h

n his voice. "That's so far, Liv. Are you su

tasting like freedom. "It's what

rranging for a car to take me to physical therapy appointments. He was playing the part of the caring

ting myself into the quiet house we once shared to pick up the last of my things. I was a

ust needs some time. This job thing is... it's a complication, but we'll work through it. I promise. N

e air left my lungs. He was telling her he loved her. He was promising her a future. All of his "care"

shaking. But then, just as quickly as it came, the pain receded, replaced by a cold, hard resolve. I wo

day at my local part-time job. "Let me take care of you

ed. "He's so devoted," one of them whispered to another, just loud enough for me to h

a lie our whole life had become. But I just smiled, a tight, britt

fore my "temporary" move. I was sitting in a cafe near my office

mething's happened. Scarlett... she had a panic att

st listened to the silence

said, his voice pleading. "We'll have

d, my voice flat. There

said, relief flooding his voice.

oose her. And for the first time, I was