I clenched my fists until my nails dug deep into my palms, my voice hoarse.
“Daniel, find me a lawyer. I want to divide the assets… and file for divorce.”
He froze, then wrapped an arm around my shoulders in sympathy.
He was my best friend—he knew instantly what I was thinking.
Confronting the affair partner wasn’t what I wanted.
What I needed to know was this: how could Sophia, who once loved me more than life itself, suddenly fall for someone else?
In those moments when she betrayed me, did she ever feel even a flicker of guilt? Did she ever think of me?
When I got home, I felt like a ghost drifting through the rooms.
The warm yellow glow of the living room lights only made me colder.
The fridge was stocked with the fruit Sophia had bought for me, meals she had lovingly prepared—now nothing more than a cruel joke.
Every corner was filled with memories of us, but those memories now cut into me like knives.
On the third evening, my phone suddenly rang.
It was the lawyer Daniel had found. His voice was urgent, panicked.
“Mr. Miller, come to the address I sent you. Quickly.”
