Chapter 3
On the other end of the line, Anstey Vargas voice came through, full of excitement.
“Wait, did I hear you right? You’ve finally made up your mind?!”
I let out a soft “Yes,” trying to suppress the bitterness in my chest.
“It’s over.
Everything is finished.
“I just want to go home.”
Anstey laughed lightly. “This is a good thing. Bessie. What’s there to be sad about?
“Well, then, I’ll wish you a happy divorce in advance!”
Anstey was as efficient as ever.
By the next morning, the lawyer had already contacted me.
I booked my flight for three days later and began packing my things.
Lowell had been gone since that night, and I hadn’t seen him for two whole days.
If this had been before, I would have carefully asked him why he hadn’t come home yet, afraid to upset him.
Even if he hung up on me, I would’ve come up with countless excuses for him.
But now, I just didn’t care.
At nine in the evening, I was lying in bed, quietly planning my departure for the next day.
Suddenly, my phone rang
It was Lowell’s friend, Felix Barker.
“Bessie, this is bad! Lowell’s about to get into a fight! You need to come here now!”
