I didn’t need answers.
I already had them.
What I needed was leverage.
And unlike Ethan, I knew how to wait.
So I left.
I drove home.
I fed our golden retriever, Winston.
I answered three client emails.
I approved floral arrangements for a corporate gala.
Then I poured myself a glass of wine and began planning.
Not revenge.
Truth.
The most effective revenge often looks exactly like truth.
The next morning Ethan kissed my cheek before leaving for work.
“Big night tonight,” he said.
I smiled.
