His expression shifted, but instead of answering, he simply lifted Cynthia into his arms and walked away.
The only words he left behind were cold and cutting. “You’re completely unreasonable!”
As I watched their backs fading together, my heart emptied of its final trace of tenderness.
The next morning, I went to a lawyer and had the divorce agreement drafted.
I sent a USB containing the backup of Javon’s work phone and the recorded video to the court, filing charges against Javon and Cynthia for bigamy and intentional homicide.
Once everything was finished, I headed straight for the airport.
On the way, my phone buzzed with a message from Javon. [If you come to the hospital now and apologize to Cynthia, I can still forgive you.]
I sneered as I shut off the phone.
I didn’t need his forgiveness; I only wanted him crushed beneath my revenge.
When I didn’t respond to his messages, Javon tried calling, but the line was reported as invalid. A flicker of unease touched him, and just as he was about to send someone home to check, his assistant rushed in, breathless.
“President Davis, something happens!”
