I No Longer Dream of Tender Nights
But the whole time, she'd only been a thief—someone occupying a place that never belonged to her.
Bowing her head, she clutched her chest, trying to breathe through the pain. The lump in her throat wouldn't go down, and tears kept falling onto the table, one after another.
…
That night, Darren didn't come home. Instead, Jeanne received a photo of him sleeping—sent by Alyssa.
She stared at his peaceful face until dawn, her heart growing colder and quieter by the second. Then, she picked up her phone and dialed her friend, who was also an attorney, Amber Lane. "Amber… can you draft me a divorce agreement?"