<
You still can’t answer the question.”
If only he’d known then what he knew now. I
didn’t believe a word of his promises. He was
still protecting Sarah. Always Sarah.
Whenever she was involved, he never took my
side.
Then, Sarah rushed in. “It was me! I blocked
her number on Mark’s phone! She’s trying to
steal him from me!” Tears streamed down her
face, as if she were the victim. She spread
her arms in front of Mark, glaring at me.
“Wendy, if you have a problem, take it up
with me. I take responsibility for my actions.”
I couldn’t stand to look at her. I turned to go,
afraid I’d lose control. She followed, grabbing
my arm. “You’re just using the baby to
manipulate Mark! Fine! A life for a life! I’ll
L
Rage exploded inside me. I slapped her. “Your
life isn’t worth a fraction of my baby’s!”
She stumbled, clutching her face, falling onto
the broken glass. Blood welled up. “I know
you’re jealous of me, Wendy. Jealous that
Mark loves me. I can’t help that. Fine! If you
want me dead, I’ll die!”
I sneered. The same old trick. I watched,
disgusted, as Mark rushed to her side,
checking her wounds. He still fell for it.
Pathetic.
I turned to leave again. Mark picked up Sarah,
his face troubled. “Wendy, go home. Wait for
- me. I’ll take Sarah to the hospital, then I’ll
come home. Promise you’ll wait.”
I ignored him. There was nothing to discuss.
L
I’d send him divorce papers. That was all.
Back at my apartment, my phone rang. It was
Mark. Before I could speak, I heard Sarah’s
whiny voice and his mother’s shrill
accusations: “Jealous bitch!” “Gold digger!”
“Trash!” Mark mumbled a few insincere
apologies and hung up.
I put down the phone, strangely calm. His
parents had never liked me. The whole Davis
family adored Sarah, their precious little
princess. I was just a breeding machine, not
even worthy of respect from the housekeeper.
I wasted no more time. I called my former
colleagues. We’d been a team before. This
whole ordeal had exposed Mark for who he
was. They were ready to leave too. We had
the connections, the skills, the experience.
<
Within three days, we were up and running.
Two weeks later, our makeshift company was
taking shape, making a name for itself. Then,
Mark showed up outside my office building.
He was impeccably dressed, but his eyes
were dull, empty. “Wendy.” He saw Beth, my
business partner, get out of the car behind
- me. He hesitated, then approached.
Beth looked at me. “Want me to go?”
I linked arms with her. “There’s nothing to
hide.”
Mark flinched. “Is this why you want a
divorce? Because of him?”
I didn’t answer, just told him to get to the
point. He clenched his jaw, eyes bloodshot. “I
