The other message was from Michael.
[Michael: It’s going to rain and you’re still not feeling well. Don’t rush to move out. Rest at home today. And don’t bring me food. I’m taking Regina to the Bistrot at Wild Honeys for dinner.]
After nine years of marriage, that was the first time Michael had ever told me where he was going. It was also the first time he had shown me even a small amount of concern. But it was too late.
Without replying, I blocked Michael’s number.
I quietly counted my things, packed the last of my luggage and got ready to leave.
As soon as I stepped out of the door, I saw Michael getting out of a red Ferrari, his face full of anger. He looked furious.
Without warning, he slapped me.
“You bitch!” he yelled.
“You act so kind and generous in front of me, but behind my back, you went crying to Grandpa and told him to block my bank card?”
“I was going to book the entire Bistrot at Wild Honeys and propose to Regina today! You embarrassed me!”
“From today on, don’t even dream of getting back together with me! And don’t even think about entering the Purnell Family ever again!”