First message
Hailey hurried around her apartment, trying to get ready for the company dinner while stepping around boxes she still hadn’t unpacked after moving out of her new boyfriend’s place.
The corporate party started in an hour.
And tonight everything would change.
Mark didn’t know it yet, but he was going to find out that she wanted him back. She would tell him how miserable she’d been, how empty the apartment felt without him and, if necessary, maybe even cry.
Divorce was bad for her image.
Divorce made her look unstable.
Divorce made her alone.
She smoothed out her dark blue dress and slipped into high heels before giving herself one last look in the mirror.
Perfect. Elegant. Exactly the woman Mark had married.
She reached for her perfume and paused for a second before applying a single spray.
His favorite.
The apartment door locked behind her.
Only then did she finally allow herself a small smile.
Mark Curtis had always been reasonable. Predictable. Reliable.
He would listen.He always listened.
Hailey slid into the back seat of a taxi and gave the driver the restaurant’s address.
Tonight, Mark was leaving with her.
She was certain of it.