Expressionless, I pulled out my phone and recorded everything. Then, I turned to the wedding photo on the wall. In it, we were hugging, smiling sweetly. Looking back now, this was the only photo we had taken together in the past two years. Since then, she had refused to even be in the same frame with me. I took it down, ripped it to shreds and tossed it—along with the frame—into the trash bin downstairs.
On my way back to the old house, I called my boss. "Boss, doesn't the country branch always need extra manpower? Can you send me there?"
He sounded surprised. "I thought you didn’t want to leave the City? Why the sudden change? Did you two fight?"
I forced a smile. "Thinking about it, my career matters more."
The boss agreed to my request. In two months, I would leave for the country. That was enough time to finalize my divorce from Alice. Just as I returned to the old house, Alice called again.
"Adam, what do you mean? It’s so late—where are you fooling around? Mike just moved in and as the man of the house, is this how you treat a guest? Do you have any manners?"