“I filed for divorce this morning.”

I paused at the door.

“You can have her.
Imagine waking up to my face every day, remembering what you destroyed.”

He slid down the wall, unable to look at her.

Chapter 6: The Other Woman

I stepped into the sun and breathed.

I cut my hair platinum.
Bought leather and silk.

Six months later, I sat in Paris, sipping espresso.

Rumors said Lila hid from mirrors.
Thomas drank alone.

A man complimented my look.

I smiled — genuinely.

“It’s one of a kind,” I said.

Stirring my coffee, I caught my reflection.

I nodded goodbye.

She belonged to someone else now.