During the divorce, the photographs, messages, and financial records made it difficult for him to hide what he had spent or move our remaining assets.
The word across his back had not given me revenge.
It had given me time.
Time to investigate before he erased the evidence.
Time to secure financial records.
Time to consult an attorney.
Time to meet the woman he had tried to turn into my enemy.
Tessa and I did not become best friends.
Real life rarely ties betrayal into such a neat ending.
But we remained in contact.
A month after Grant moved out, she invited me to the bookstore where she worked.
We drank coffee in the back room while her son unpacked new deliveries.
Before I left, she handed me a small gift bag.
Inside was a bottle of sunscreen.
A note was tied around the cap.
For future business trips.
I laughed harder than I had in months.
Grant thought the word burned across his back would fade before anyone important saw it.
Instead, it exposed everything.
His affair.
His lies.
The money he had stolen.
The threats he made when he believed the truth was closing in.
