The Prenup: Her Revenge

, adjusting his perfectly knotted tie. "Last-minute detail

an already halfway out the door, his mind on other things. Or

Amelia said, her voice a perf

' t miss your big n

dn' t turn towards his downtown office. He turned in the opposite direction, towar

asn' t even trying to hide it anymore. He

had installed a tracking app and linked his phone' s audio to a recording device. She had f

onnect to the car' s speakers. A second later, Sarah' s voice fi

by? I' m wearing that lit

ice was low, intimate. "I can' t

Stay with me. We can have our own part

s the last time, I promise. After tonight, after I get her to

ed in her hand. The casual cruelty of his words, the way he spoke of endin

at a magnificent five-tiered cake she had spent two days creating for the party. It was a maste

eam roses. She clawed at the cake, tearing it apart, smearing frosting and crumbs all ove

him. Running a little late, babe.

sual lie a fresh stab of pain. Sh

stroyed cake behind. As she pulled out of the driveway, she saw his car returning. He was pulling up to their

ed, calling out her name. "

on, just needing to get away. She ended up parked across the street from Sar

eck on things. Another lie. He was on the phone now, pac

is voice tight with frustration. "She just drove

getting her makeup done or something. Women do that. Now, tell

and lie to his mistress about his wife. He had no remorse. No gu

aited. Ten minutes later, a taxi pulled up to the condo building. Sarah got out, dressed in

uin. But seeing Sarah, so smug and confident, a new, darker thou

ra lens focused on the lit square. After a few moments, two silhouettes appeared. David and Sarah

embrace, the way his hands roamed her body. It was graphic, undeniable proof. She

ang. It was

d called, he sounded franti

n to fall. "Mom," she whispered, her voice bre