I came home from another woman’s bed to a SOLD sign in my yard—my wife and baby were gone, and the note she left was a debt no billionaire could repay

smell like Olivia Bennett’s perfume.

The house has been sold. The accounts have been secured. Noah and I are safe.

Do not look for us.

You were so busy hiding your life from me that you never noticed I was packing mine.

Hannah.

I read it again and again.

Then my phone buzzed.

A message from an unknown number.

The divorce papers are waiting at your office.

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