And just as she finished speaking, another message appeared on my phone:
What the hell did you do? The airline canceled our tickets. Answer me, Julia!
I smiled.
The game had finally begun.
Saturday morning, I opened the boutique to a line of customers already waiting. Word had spread quickly—small towns are efficient that way—and although I didn’t confirm anything, the sympathetic smiles told me the gossip mills were spinning at full force. I found it strangely energizing. While Eric flailed, my business was thriving.
By noon, he was calling nonstop. I ignored every attempt.
My attorney updated me that afternoon. “His situation is worse than expected. His HR department opened an investigation into his relationship with Chloe. It seems she was a subordinate.”
I wasn’t surprised. Eric had always liked power as much as praise.
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