David
The Hudson River stretches endlessly before me, the city lights reflecting in its restless waters. I walk aimlessly along the path, hands in my coat pockets, the late-night chill seeping into my bones. My mind replays the scene from earlier—Laura, standing before a room full of the most brilliant minds in medicine, presenting with the confidence of a woman who finally knows her worth.
She’s glowing. She’s untouchable.
I should feel proud of her, and I do. But beneath that pride, something ugly stirs—regret, shame, longing.
I don’t remember deciding to come here. One moment I’m walking by the river, the next, I’m standing in front of the penthouse. Our marital home. The place where I made Laura’s life a waking nightmare. I haven’t stepped inside since the divorce, haven’t dared to
