He dropped the pen and squinted his eyes. "And I told you as well—between us, there's no divorce. Only death."
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Derek didn't sign.
"Between us, there had only ever been widowhood, never divorce." Those had been his words on our wedding day.
He didn't even glance at the papers before slamming the door and leaving.
Not long after, a voice message popped up from an unfamiliar number.
"You must be Esther, right? You should've seen it by now—he's been saving my photos since I was still in school. Derek loves me, not you. If you don't step aside, he'll make sure you regret it!"
Her voice was young, naive, seemingly untouched by the filth of the world—or maybe Derek had simply shielded her too well.
Before I could reply, a string of photos came through.
Her figure was flawless, a delicate chain resting around her slim waist.And that hand resting on her skin—the same hand that sometimes forgot to remove our wedding ring—was splayed carelessly across her skin. Only when her belly began to swell did that chain disappear.