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Diane replies, her gaze sad. “Thank you, and please don’t forget to take the pill. The last thing either of us needs is an unplanned pregnancy. I’ll have my assistant send you some money.” I tell her, knowing that will cheer her up. It does. She smiles happily and nods, then settles down to finish up her food, while I call my driver to come pick her up. “You won't even let me take a shower first?” She complains when I tell her the driver is waiting for her outside.

"A disbarred divorce lawyer. Racing him is lowering our status." "I didn't think eight divorces could become real life." I sighed inwardly. Thinking of my passport and ID, I finally closed my eyes for a second. "How do you want to race? Just say it." Nolan's mouth curved upward as he bent into the driver's seat. "Simple. Whoever reaches the finish line first wins. "But if anything happens, if someone dies, then too bad." Nolan said the last part very softly. My heart jumped. I instinctively tightened my grip on the steering wheel.

Three… The call connected. And then, his calm deep voice came up. “Hello….”

… The cabin went dead quiet, except for the distant booms of explosions creeping closer, a grim reminder that trouble was on our tail. Everett scanned the room, a satisfied grin on his face as he saw the fear he had sparked. He gave me a softer look and said, "Thanks for backing up Annie, Daniela. I always knew my girl was the most understanding, the most decent person out there. "Since you've been such an angel, here's my vow. We make it back safe, and we're heading straight to the altar. "From then on, it's just you and me." That promise, so hauntingly familiar. He had played me with those same words in my previous life. I kept that thought to myself, fighting back the urge to gag, and man

"I’ve had enough of this trip down memory lane. I have a conference call in an hour. Are you coming or not?" Evelyn opened her mouth to speak, but a sudden, sharp pain flared in her lungs. She doubled over, gasping for air. The sky, which had been bright and clear moments ago, suddenly turned a bruised purple. A low rumble of thunder rolled across the horizon. "Arthur," she tried to call out, but her voice was swallowed by a sudden gust of wind. Arthur didn't turn around. He was already thirty yards away, his back a rigid, unforgiving line. He disappeared around the corner of the brick gymnasium, heading toward the car.

That was when my phone buzzed with an email. I opened it to find a photo of the endless ocean, its blues merging with the sky. There it was, Wynnie's goodbye note. [Kelvin, if you're reading this, I'm probably gone. I've often pondered the cruel jokes of fate. You gave me your whole heart, but I was blind to my own. Now that I've hurt you enough to drive you away, I realize I can't bear a life without you. You might laugh at my words now.

Then, after one final, lingering look at the diner, he turned and left. When Nissa received the letter, she was momentarily stunned. After Benjamin hovered around her for so long, his sudden, clean departure caught her off guard. She opened the envelope. Inside were two things: a divorce agreement and a single sheet of letter paper. On the soft pink sheet, only two simple lines were written: "I'm leaving. I wish you freedom and happiness." Nissa lowered her gaze and read the two lines over and over. Then, quietly, she folded the letter and slipped it into her pocket.

The living room would no longer have a light left on all night, with two hopeful people waiting for him. The next morning, we headed to the airport with our bags in tow to check in. Before turning my phone off, I sent Henry one last message. [Be happy.] The next moment, our chat, which had been barren for so long, was filled with furious messages.

Every photographer now had top-of-the-line cameras and lenses, along with advanced satellite transmission gear. Everyone was thrilled. Only Eleanor felt a web of emotions that she couldn't quite put into words. She knew the money came from Harrison. He always believed money could solve anything, that it could express his cheap sense of atonement. Just then, the backup phone on the table chimed. A message appeared on the screen. "Wishing you true freedom and peace. I'm sorry." Eleanor stared at the message for a few seconds. Then, she pressed and held the screen, selected the message, and deleted it.