"Don't think showing up to apologize means I'll forgive you."
Henry chuckled and clapped me on the shoulder. "Hey, Charles, why don't you go make things right with your wife..."
I didn't let him finish. I stepped aside, dodging his hand.
"Excuse me. Coming through."
I walked into the elevator and pressed the close button right in front of Elaine's face.
"Charles, you—"
The doors sealed shut. Whatever she had to say stayed on the other side.
For some reason, a flicker of unease crept into Elaine's chest.
"Team Leader Henson, this is the document Charles asked me to give you."
Elaine took it without thinking, flipped it open—and froze. The words Divorce Agreement stared back at her in bold print.
She spun around, disbelief twisting her features, and stormed toward the engineering department.
She asked everyone she could find. They all said the same thing: no one had seen me in days.
It wasn't until she barged into the supervisor's office that she got her answer. The supervisor glanced at her with disinterest. "Charles resigned."
"You didn't know?"
The flat, indifferent tone said everything.
Elaine stood there as if someone had ripped the spine right out of her. She couldn't move.
She pulled out her phone and dialed my speed-dial number over and over. No one picked up.
I was on a high-speed train heading back to my hometown. The company group chat I hadn't had time to leave was blowing up, message after message flooding in.
Someone had posted a video.
The signal on the train was weak, so I didn't bother opening it. The thumbnail showed Elaine from behind, looking utterly wrecked.
Mr. Gray's wife showed up at the hospital! The cops came!
Where's Charles?
