Chapter 3

3.

I had my lawyer draft the divorce papers and submitted my application to MSF on the same day.

Once my application was approved, the only thing left was for Sam to sign the papers.

I wiped a tear from my eye just as he walked out of the bathroom, a towel around his neck.

He was drying his hair when he noticed my red-rimmed eyes. He frowned slightly.

"Have you been crying?"

I shook my head. "No, my eyes are just dry."

He grunted, not bothering to call me on my terrible lie. Or maybe he just didn't care. He was in a hurry to go out.

He changed into a sharp suit, and as he moved, a piece of paper fell out of his pocket.

I picked it up. It was a receipt from Prezza.

Sam froze for a second, then snatched it from my hand, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it in the trash.

"It was from that dinner with the dean," he said. "I paid."

A bitter smile touched my lips. Prezza was the most famous restaurant for couples in the North End. You had to book months in advance, and they only took reservations for two. His dean was a man in his late sixties.

He couldn't even be bothered to come up with a believable lie anymore.

He clearly didn’t care.

Seeing my lack of reaction, Sam looked like he wanted to say more, but his phone rang. I saw the name flash across the screen: "Chloe."

The next second, he turned away from me and walked out onto the balcony, sliding the glass door shut.

The face that was always a cold mask for me was now lit up with a warm smile. A few moments later, he hung up, a slight frown on his face. He said there was an emergency at the university and he had to go.

He grabbed a coat and rushed out the door before I could even reply.

I knew his "emergency" was another date with Chloe. It had happened a hundred times before.

Sure enough, I looked out the window and saw him step out of our apartment building. A small figure immediately threw herself into his arms.

He said he was going back to the university, but his Audi pulled away in the opposite direction.