But this version had also been real: the one who called her a burden, the one who laughed about her with his mistress, and the one who tried to turn her own house into a bridge out of his life.
“Maybe you did,” Elise replied softly.
“But loving someone becomes completely pointless when you decide to betray them every single day,” she added before walking away.
Bennett looked as though he wanted to say more, but she did not remain there to hear his excuses.
That afternoon, she returned alone to her house in the Coyoacán district, and as she unlocked the door, she did not feel the heaviness of everything she had lost.
She felt the wide, beautiful openness of everything she had finally taken back.
She changed the sheets, put water on for coffee, and sat at the same table where she had first uncovered each lie.
The black folder still rested there, filled with evidence, but she closed it and slid it deep into a drawer, ready to let it fade from her daily life.
She went out to the garage and saw the black honeymoon suitcase sitting in the corner, covered in dust. Luggage
For weeks, she had considered throwing it away, but in the end, she chose to donate it to a local charity.
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