Colin sought me out three days later.He didn't call or text me. Instead, he showed up in person, standing in front of Mom's rented apartment.A pot of soup was bubbling on the stove when I spotted him from the window on the fifth floor. I turned off the stove and headed downstairs.For the first time, Colin's shirt wasn't ironed. His collar was wrinkled, and there were dark bags under his eyes.His lips trembled when he saw me. His voice sounded like sandpaper when he said, "I conducted my own investigations."I waited for him to continue."The man she was talking to. It was the vice-president of my company, Elijah Hills."I hummed in response."I've looked through their chat log," he said, massaging his forehead with pale knuckles. "It's been three years. I thought that I was protecting her. But in reality…"Colin couldn't finish his sentence.I didn't continue the conversation. Instead, I asked, "Have you looked through the divorce agreement?"He looked down at the tips o
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