Her Betrayal, My Revenge, Our Ruin

e. The divorce papers my lawyer had couriered over were in my briefcase,

he office, trying to put out the fires I had started. I walked st

s, my old prototypes, the framed photo of my college robotics team. I

ered in my own unique shorthand of eq

walked out!" It was Sara

ycophantic as always. "He' ll come crawling bac

arrying clearly up the stairs. I froze

documentation is gone. We' re flying

I' ll reverse-engineer his code. It might take a little time, a

loud. Mark couldn' t reverse-engineer a

calling. Apparently, the lead VC wants an emerg

ster now. I didn' t want to be

ox, I heard them at my office do

here?" Sara

he driveway," Ma

. I stood perfectly st

d clear. "Alex? I know you'

arried it towards the bedroom, where I' d

through the door. "But you' re not gett

. I heard them go downstairs into the kitc

to pack my clothes. Her side of the closet was a riot of designer labels and sharp busines

ght my eye. It was a sleek, expensive-looking gift box fro

e-line tablet. The kind a company gives to its star

elegant script. "For a new era of

d bought my replacement a gi

t from my late father, was sitting there. Next to it was an old photo

and put it on. I left

hear them talking

ation," Mark was saying. "So much sl

ing and stared at me. Mark was holding the new

e from my old university, and filled it with co

im, ignoring me. "You

sip, his eyes locked on mine over the rim. It was

ad burned itself out, leavi

he divorce papers on it, right next to a cryst

asked, her eyes narrowin

simply. "My lawyer sent it over. You

, then back at me, her f

' re divorcing m

he job, Sarah," I sai

Mark, ever the op

to scare you, Sara

ds trembling slightly. She read the

flicker of something-fear? panic?-in her eyes. "Ale

work out," I said, my

king hand, her pen tearing the paper slightly. She

voice low and venomous. "You' ll com

replied, and walked out the