“Paige,” Jason said, recovering quickly. His expression softened. “Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick.”
Leslie sat stiffly on the couch, her eyes darting between us.
Jason walked toward me, his hand reaching out to brush my arm. “I’m sorry about what happened. I realized my mistake. Why don’t we go out tonight? Just the two of us. Dinner, maybe? We could use some time together.”
I forced a smile, the sweetness in his tone barely concealing the rot beneath. “Sure, Jason. Sounds great.”
Ignoring them both, I turned and headed upstairs.
Once in my room, I moved quickly, throwing clothes into a suitcase and grabbing my essentials. I zipped the bag shut, my mind set on what had to be done.
On my way down the hall, muffled moans stopped me in my tracks. They didn’t even try to hide it. The sound was coming from the guest room.
I paused, but I didn’t have the energy to care. I tightened my grip on the handle of my suitcase and continued down the stairs.
In the kitchen, I placed the signed divorce papers on the counter. No explanations. No notes. Just my signature sealing the end of this nightmare.