“Was Richard with her?”
“Yes,” Kevin answered. “He survived.”
My wife was dead, and the millionaire who had been trying to steal her from me was alive.
I had no idea how much worse the truth would be.
My name is Mark, and Jessica and I had been married for eight years.
We hadn’t always been unhappy.
For most of our marriage, she was my best friend. We laughed about everything, made plans, and could spend entire evenings talking.
But somewhere along the way, things changed.
We barely talked anymore. Every conversation seemed to turn into an argument, usually over something that shouldn’t have mattered.
One evening, Jessica said, “I don’t think we’re happy together.”
I wanted to disagree, but I couldn’t.
Instead, I suggested taking a vacation.
“Maybe we just need some time away from everything,” I told her.
We booked a week at a resort in Florida, hoping to reconnect.
