Many years after the divorce, he returned to tease her, only to find her with triplets and a private jet.
The air was sad with tension in the living room. Laura sat strictly on the edge of the cream leather sofa, her fingers comfortably running along the rim of her untouched teacup.
Curtis stood erect, completely detached.
“I’ve signed everything. The lawyer will send you the final announcement on Monday,” he said.
Her suitcase was prepared by the door, as if the twelve years of marriage they shared were just a temporary break in both of their lives. Laura didn’t answer.
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