No Second Chances For Cheaters

t, methodical work. As soon as Damon left, I r

's Damon's. He lo

A tiny, grainy image that represented th

. You should just pack your bags and ge

Kandy Morris. The pregnancy had mad

es meant nothing to me any

ed up all the things that tied me to him. Photos, gifts, clothes he'd boug

ed: a few sets of practical clothes, my encrypted laptop, and

gle suitcase was packed and waiting by the door. I s

zed again. Another

ng a ring box. Kandy's hand was outstretched, a massive

ed as soon as the divorce is final. He said he wants

n. He told me he can't wait

d leave the villa. I'll be mo

. While still married to me. The sheer

me, I r

ish you both all the

emoji. Let her won

cript car pulled into the driveway.

t look around the house, and walked o

affic. We were about twenty minutes from t

cited chatter from p

at! Must be a ce

rough the intersection. The lead car was a white Roll

he window, my c

rowd. Beside him, in a white wedding dress, was Kandy Morris.

y-side. For a split

confusion. He saw me, in a strange car, with a suitc

. My driver pulled awa

al phone, the one he knew. It rang a