He wrapped his arm around Claire and led her away.
I stood there, watching him walk off with another woman while I bled right in front of him.
At that moment, my phone vibrated. A message from Leon.
[I’ve finalised the plan. Tomorrow, go to the Thames bridge. I’ll take care of the rest.]
The message was like a breath of fresh air. Soon… I’ll be free of Archie’s life. Somehow.
The next morning, Archie still hadn’t come home.
I packed my things—all the designer dresses, jewellery, and gifts he had given me—and tossed them into a suitcase. Then, I retrieved our marriage certificate, the one I had once cherished so dearly, and ripped it apart. I let the pieces fall into the sink, set them alight, and watched them burn to ash.
As the last embers flickered, my phone vibrated again. A message from Archie.
[Wendy, I’ve booked the venue for our wedding celebration. My assistant will pick you up shortly.]
I stared at the message. Then, out of curiosity, I opened social media.
Claire had posted a photo.
She and Archie sat at a restaurant—the same one where our wedding celebration was supposed to be planned—holding hands across the table. Zac was in a stroller beside them, fast asleep.