Chapter 4: Two Gates Down
The color left his face the way water leaves a sink.
“I don’t— who—”
“Bianca,” I said. “Gate 14. One-way, first class. You booked it on the same card you used to not pay for our anniversary, which, by the way, the bank and I have a lot to discuss about.” I held up my phone. “I’ve seen the drawer, Trent. All of it. The div*rce papers. The transfers. The house you f*rged my name on. The ticket.”
People near us had started to slow down the way people do when they feel a scene about to happen.
Trent’s voice dropped to a hiss. “You have no idea what you’re—”
“I have exactly the idea,” I said. “You were going to put me on a plane and empty my life while I was too far away to stop you. You almost did. You missed by twenty minutes and one phone call from a woman you spent two years trying to keep out of our house.”
