A Wife's Treachery, A Husband's Rebirth

nside. The scene was identical, a perfect, chilling replica of the moment my life had begun i

gh the betrayal, who had felt the cold steel of handcuffs on his wrists and the crushing weight of a life senten

ng, her words a meani

n wearable tech. He wants

had pleaded. I had warned. This time,

voice was calm, so detached i

my study at the end of the hall. The polished hardwood floors felt solid beneat

I sat down at my desk, the leather of the chair cool against my back. My hands were st

to the search bar, found the correct

ound of a final decision. The sound of a life being reclaimed. Page after p

t was Sarah, her face a mask of confusion and i

doing? I was ta

ter tray. She walked over, pulled the top sh

r Dissolution

er brow furrowed as if she

he asked, her voice

r an explanation, for some sign that this was a jo

voice rising. "A divorce? What is this about? Is i

flat. I would not give her the satisfaction of knowing the

ng, and print divorce papers? After ever

The Sarah in front of me was playing the part of the wronged wife, but all

," I said simply. "We' r

were fine this morning! This is about Alex. It' s always been about Ale

from the printer, tapped them into a neat pile

the desk. I glanced at the screen.

ne. Tell her not to wear it to the family BBQ at

y paranoid agent, could see the potential risk. He meant it as a joke, but it was a

e to Sarah. "Eve

and sneered, her contemp

horne. He' s a genius. He' s years ahead of the FBI' s clunky, outdated tech. The security pro

. It gleamed under the desk lamp, a symbol of her

ection to Alex could be an asset to you.

hands. I remembered the rough fabric of the prison jumpsuit, the taste of stale food,

ve to rot

would not let her drag me down into that abyss a

g no room for argument. "I' ll stay at a hotel for

fury. She had never been denied anything she wanted. She was used to being in control, to manip

voice trembling with rage. "You' re throwin

g the folder across the desk toward her.

the room. I could feel her eyes on my back, burning wit