Jenna never bothered with handling her own appointments; Brandon always kept her insurance card.
For a second, Brandon looked surprised. Then he finally reached out and took it. "Thanks."
He looked like he wanted to say something more, but I cut him off. "Drive safe."
I reached up and straightened his collar, just like I always did when he left. Deep down, I knew this would be the last time.
Brandon's expression softened slightly like something in him had shifted. He grasped my hand and pulled me closer to his chest. "I'll be back soon. Wait for me."
I didn't wait.
After sending a quick text to my lawyer about starting the divorce process, I went to bed early.
In the middle of the night, a notification from WhatsApp woke me up. It was 1 a.m., and as expected, the other side of the bed was still empty.
I checked my phone and saw several messages from Jenna.
[Brandon is just so hot!]
[I wanna eat him up while he's sleeping!]
Attached was a photo of Brandon asleep. His head rested on her pink cartoon pillow, his hair tousled, lips slightly parted in a way that once made my heart skip a beat.