The photo showed two hands intertwined over a vineyard table.
One of those hands wore the blue-dial Patek Philippe I had bought David for our anniversary.
The caption read:
My boss takes the best care of me. Best getaway ever.
I sat on our bed and stared at the screen until something inside me finally stopped begging.
I did not call him.
I did not cry.
I opened my laptop.
First, I checked the deed to the townhouse.
Still mine.
Then the car documents.
Still under my name.
Then the bank accounts.
Still accessible.
Then my lawyer’s number.
Still saved.
David had placed another woman in my front seat.
So I decided to remove him from every seat of power he had stolen.