A cab was waiting outside when I walked out. I tossed my bag in the trunk and slid into the back seat.
“Port 54,” I told the driver.
As we sped through the city, I pulled out my phone and dialed a number.
“Mr. Liu,” I said when my company’s financial officer answered. “I need you to finalize the paperwork for the company's fake bankruptcy. Make sure to let Jason believe it. And transfer all the debts to Jason Hill’s name. Effective immediately.”
“Are you sure, Mrs. Hill?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything, and oh, it’s Miss Moore now.”
By the time the yacht set sail, I felt a lightness I hadn’t felt in years. The salt air stung my skin, the horizon stretching endlessly before me.
The first island with a signal came into view, and my phone buzzed. Jason’s name flashed on the screen, followed by a flood of frantic messages.
Paige, where are you?
What’s going on with the company?
The police just came. I’m being arrested. What did you do?
I smirked, snapping a photo of myself in a swimsuit with the clear blue ocean behind me.
I texted.
Oh, sorry. I forgot to tell you. The company debts? That’s your problem now. And since we’re divorced, I don’t care what happens to you. Enjoy jail time, baby!