“Are you sure, Mrs. Hill?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything, and oh, it’s Miss Moore now.”
By the time the yacht set sail, I felt a lightness I hadn’t felt in years. The salt air stung my skin, the horizon stretching endlessly before me.
The first island with a signal came into view, and my phone buzzed. Jason’s name flashed on the screen, followed by a flood of frantic messages.
Paige, where are you?
What’s going on with the company?
The police just came. I’m being arrested. What did you do?
I smirked, snapping a photo of myself in a swimsuit with the clear blue ocean behind me.
I texted.
Oh, sorry. I forgot to tell you. The company debts? That’s your problem now. And since we’re divorced, I don’t care what happens to you. Enjoy jail time, baby!
I sent the photo, and blocked his number.
