Chapter 5

Three years of chasing him, and I never cried. Signing the divorce agreement, I never cried.

But looking at those five words, I thought the eighteen-year-old who wrote them was pitifully stupid.

She was so happy. She really believed she had come home.

My phone was still buzzing.

Howard. Carol. William. Charles.

I tore the last page apart slowly and sent Carol three final lines.

I sent: [You chose Emily today in front of everyone. I heard you. Don't take it back.]

I hit send and blocked her.

The torn paper lay around my feet.

This time it wasn't that…