He had moved on.
Before boarding the plane, Logan sent me a message.
“Be gone before we get back.”
Then came another:
“I hate old things. I deserve a new life.”
And finally:
“Don’t make a scene. The kids are with us.”
I stared at those words at 2:13 in the morning, alone in the house we’d shared for nearly twenty years.
I didn’t cry.
I didn’t call him.
I didn’t beg.
I simply turned my phone face down and made a decision Logan would regret for the rest of his life.
Because he thought I had nothing left.
He was wrong.
The message arrived at exactly 2:13 a.m.
I remember the time because I hadn’t been sleeping.
The ceiling fan turned slowly above me while the old house settled into the darkness.
Every familiar creak sounded different that night.
Almost like a warning.
When my phone illuminated the nightstand, a foolish part of me hoped it was Logan checking in before his flight.
Maybe he’d changed his mind.
Maybe he’d finally realized what he was throwing away.
Maybe after nearly twenty years together, he remembered that I still existed.
Instead, I read six words that destroyed whatever illusion remained.
Be gone before we get back.
A second message appeared.
I hate old things.
Then:
I deserve a new life.
I stared at the screen until my eyes burned.
Finally, another message arrived.
Don’t make a scene. The kids are with us.
I turned the phone over.
And lay perfectly still.
Somewhere over the Atlantic, Logan Sterling was probably sleeping peacefully beside the woman he’d chosen to replace me.
Logan had always been efficient when it came to cruelty.
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