What he didn’t know was that Zandra had already flaunted her matching earrings from the same set half an hour earlier.
He hesitated, then put the necklace back in the box. Leaning down, he tried to kiss me.
I dodged.
Undeterred, he leaned closer to kiss my neck. I said coolly, “You should take a shower first. You smell.”
He froze for a moment, then laughed nervously. “Of course. After last night, I must reek. Wait for me, honey.”
He disappeared into the bathroom, and shortly after, the sound of running water filled the room.
Moments later, Zandra sent another message. [Your birthday gift.]
Attached was a photo of an ultrasound scan. She was pregnant.
I saved all her messages as screenshots and printed them out before deleting all her messages. Alongside the evidence, I included the divorce papers I had prepared earlier. I placed everything neatly into a gift box, tying it with a bow.
Setting the box on the coffee table in the living room, I waited.
The sound of water stopped, followed by Leon’s phone ringing.
The shower turned back on. He seemed to be talking while the water ran, but I couldn’t hear him clearly.
A few minutes later, he emerged, his expression anxious.