A large envelope lay on the table in front of him.
"Here," he said, shoving it towards me. "Everything you need is inside."
I hesitated before taking it, my fingers brushing against the crisp paper. Slowly, I unfolded it. Inside was a new identity card, a new passport... and the divorce papers I had been waiting for. Finally, everything was in my hands.
"Are you absolutely sure about this, Wendy?" Leon asked, his voice laced with concern.
I met his gaze with a steely stare. "There’s nothing left for me here, Leon. Archie has taken everything. Now it’s my turn."
He sighed, rubbing his jaw. "Once Wendy Clark disappears, she’s not coming back."
"I have no reason to bring her back," I muttered firmly. "Wendy Clark is dead."
Leon straightened, his expression unreadable. "Well, I’m sorry about your situation," he said. "I’ll send you the details of the plan later tonight."
I nodded and ended our meeting.
I had just climbed the stairs when a voice from the room beneath stopped me in my tracks. The door was slightly ajar, so I approached cautiously.
Archie. He was standing behind Claire, his arms wrapped around her waist in a far-too-intimate embrace.
"Oh, Claire, I’ve missed your touch so much. I feel like I’m going insane," he murmured.
Claire let out a soft chuckle. "We used to do it all the time before I had the baby, Archie."
"That was ages ago," he whined. "Don’t you feel bad for me?"
"You were always so scared Wendy would find out, yet you’ve never been able to control yourself," she teased.
I clenched my fists. So this is what they did when I wasn’t around? I should have bloody known.
Archie waved his hand dismissively. "Relax, Wendy’s not here. Come on, I can’t take it anymore."
"Just a blowjob, okay? I’m still recovering."
I watched as Archie lit up like a kid being given his favourite toy. I had seen enough.
Heart pounding, I turned on my heel, ready to escape to my room.
But once again, I was stopped in my tracks.
"See? A woman who can’t even carry a pregnancy to term, running off instead of taking care of her husband and child? How disgraceful!"
I turned around to face Charlotte Knight—my mother-in-law—wearing an expression of pure contempt. My chest felt hollow, as if a part of me had been ripped away. The old woman stood a few steps away, her gaze filled with unfiltered hatred.