The sky grew darker by the minute, and night fell thick and heavy all around me.
Dragging my exhausted body, I walked into the kitchen and pulled a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet.
Wyatt and I had kept this bottle stored away for years—we'd always planned to open it only for something worth celebrating.
I thought today counted, after all—a celebration for him getting exactly what he wanted, and for me breaking free from this miserable marriage.
I grabbed a decanter and a wine glass, then headed toward the bedroom.
On the bedroom couch lay a neatly folded set of clothes—Ronda's.
I frowned and walked over to the bed.
Strands of long curly hair rested on the pillow, and they weren't mine.
The emotions I'd held back crashed over me all at once again.
I grabbed a pair of sciss
