Divorce.
The word echoed in Daniel’s head like a gunshot.
He didn’t even realize he’d said it out loud until the sound of his own voice cracked in the empty living room. His chest tightened, and before he could stop himself, a sob escaped—a sound raw and unfamiliar, pulled from somewhere deep and broken.
This was it. The consequence of everything he had done.
A single night that should never have happened.
A night that began innocently—with laughter, with shared exhaustion, with two colleagues celebrating the end of a long week—and ended in betrayal.
Daniel leaned back against the wall, his hand sliding down his face as if trying to erase the memory. But it was impossible. Every detail of that night lived behind his eyelids.
He could still see the dim glow of the restaurant lights,
