Two weeks later, Jayda sat in the detention center's visitation room, separated from me by thick bulletproof glass.Her hair had been cut short, and she wore a gray prison uniform. Her once-delicate face looked gaunt and withered, like that of a woman in her 60s.She clutched the divorce agreement that I had already signed.Under the terms stating she voluntarily renounced all marital assets and assumed full liability for Crestline Materials' debts, she pressed her thumbprint with trembling hands.The moment she set down the pen, she raised her bloodshot eyes to look at me. "Cedric… if I hadn't lied to you about Jayden being home during that business trip, if those extra 44 pounds hadn't shown up on that scale… would our ending have been different?"I stood up, adjusted the collar of my trench coat, and looked down at her through the glass. "Jayda, the smart scale only measured weight. The thing that lost its measure was your own heart."With that, I didn't spare her another glan
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