“I found someone who believes I was meant for more than scrambling from one overdue bill to the next. I slipped into the house on my way here. I left the divorce papers on the kitchen table. There’s a letter too.”
“You left divorce papers beside a goodbye letter?”
“I didn’t want a scene.”
A bitter laugh escaped someone near the aisle.
Then Vanessa made her move.
“I left the divorce papers on the kitchen table.”
Vanessa slipped her hand through his arm.
He looked relieved, as if her touch proved he’d still won.
Then Vanessa laughed.
“Oh, Sean. Don’t flatter yourself. You were never the prize.”
She turned toward me.
“Samantha’s the one I was after all along.”
Sean pulled his arm free.
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t flatter yourself. You were never the prize.”
Vanessa ignored him and stepped toward me, her gown whispering across the aisle.
