The Divorce I Never Knew

e. Catalina, meanwhile, ignored him completely, focusing all her attention on

glass of warm milk before be

you sleep,

ly off, a little bitter. My he

into a potted plant when she wasn' t l

orehead. Her lips were cold. She thought I was uncon

ed the bedroom door. Dixon

can' t take it anymore, Cat. Seeing you

pered, but she did

omething so cruel, so deliberate, it stole the breath from my lungs

ear view. I saw them on the bed, their bodies entwined in t

hand was slick with blood from where my nails had dug in. But I didn' t feel t

y pain. She wasn' t wor

to see either of them. I had Maria bring my meals. I needed

my studio door. It wasn' t Maria. I

ctory. "Still hiding in here, playing w

only keeps you around out of pity. You' re a broken to

sh his smug face in. I wanted to use my

me, not mine. My revenge would be

ixon?" I asked, my v

she' s married to. I' m the one she loves. And I

hen I heard the click-clack of high heels

utter terror. He threw the tray of food on the floor, splashing soup and sauc

of fake panic. "Mr. Miller, I' m sorry! I di

saw the mess, she saw Dixon cowering on the

t, flashed with genui

d me!" Di

said, my voice

une. "No, no, it was my fault. I tripped. I' m so sorry

e. Her expression was unreadable. She

on mine. Then she turned to Dixon, her voice turning to ic

ooked s

she c

feet and scurried aw

' m sorry you had to deal with that, my love. Let'

to get changed. "I' ll get rid of hi

the pocket of the jacket she' d laid out for me. The ring. She must ha

mur from the other room wher

talking

ow, to make him trust me. But it' s all part of the plan. Soon,

Dixon' s pathet

re husband and wife, aren' t

ht could not break any