- 6.
Mark just stood there, mouth hanging open.
He must have thought he’d misheard, or was
hallucinating.
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Mark gave a weak laugh, shaking his head.
“No… that’s impossible.”
He reached for me, but hesitated, because I
kept pulling away.
He was afraid one wrong move and I’d run.
We were still.
“You’re joking, right?” Mark asked, his voice
weak.
“We never divorced! You never told me
anything, and I never agreed to it.”
I didn’t want to stay anymore, grabbing my
suitcase, I said one thing.
Г
“The agreement is on the table. Read it.”
I got a car to the airport.
Mark ran into the house.
On the table was the agreement. Signed by
Mark.
He liked making a long tail on his name.
Mark wouldn’t fake his signature.
But he didn’t know when he signed the end.
In the car, Mark called.
I took out the SIM, and broke it.
The driver saw. “You’re fighting your
く
“No. Ex.”
“What happened? Did he cheat?”
Who knew what Mark and Sarah did.
He was always safe.
No one could catch him.
Sarah also did nothing wrong. She was just a
good assistant.
“Kind of.”
The driver went off. About men. He related to
his son–in–law.
So I heard him talk.
We got to the airport.
I grabbed my luggage. Security.
90 minutes until my flight.
It was over.
I was free.
As I was going through security, a crowd
pushed behind me.
Mark grabbed me.
He tore up the agreement.
“I didn’t sign this. It doesn’t count!”
