And eventually… I agreed.
Because I thought maybe we could build something better this time.
***
The wedding was simple but beautiful.
We held it on the beach. My parents and Cindy were there. My little girl was dressed in a white dress that made her look so cute! Afterwards, David and I went to celebrate at a hotel just outside the city.
For a few hours, everything felt right.
As if things would work this time.
We held it on the beach.
That night, when we finally got to our hotel room, David loosened his tie and smiled at me.
“I’m going to take a nice, long shower.”
“Okay,” I replied, kicking off my shoes.
The moment the bathroom door closed, my phone buzzed. I picked it up without thinking.
It was a message from an unknown number.
“Come down to the first floor if you want to know why your husband married you again.”
I froze.
I picked it up without thinking.
I glanced toward the bathroom. The shower had already started. David wouldn’t come out for a bit.
So, phone in hand, I slipped out of the room quietly.
***
By the time the elevator doors opened to the first floor, my pulse was loud in my ears.
The lounge area was empty. That’s when I noticed it: a light on at the far end of the hallway.
A small conference room.
I didn’t stop to think. I walked straight toward it and pushed the door open.
