Chapter 1: The Suitcase
“If it bothers you that much, talk to your attorney about a divorce, because I am not staying home this weekend.”
Bennett said it while folding a crisp navy shirt in front of the bed, moving with the efficiency of a man preparing for a high stakes merger instead of a weekend getaway with another woman.
Elise stood in the doorway of the bedroom, her arms tightly crossed over her chest, watching her husband pack expensive cologne, brand new underwear, and the very perfume set she had gifted him for his birthday.
“So, does this spiritual wellness retreat in Lake Tahoe also require a club shirt?” she asked, her voice maintaining an eerie, fragile calm.
Bennett did not even have the decency to look nervous or caught off guard.
“I am going with Heather, as I already told you, because it is strictly office related and requires my presence,” he replied dismissively.
Heather Jenkins. The fun coworker, the one who always claimed to understand his chaotic schedule, the one who sent him text messages at midnight about pending assignments, the one who had appeared in every single social media story of his for the last six months.
