On Sunday night, he accidentally sent her a photo of two glasses sitting before a fireplace, with Heather’s hand resting on his leg, while he wore the same navy shirt he had folded in front of her.
Elise forwarded the photo to Naomi with one direct sentence.
“One more piece of evidence for our file,” she wrote.
As she sealed the final box with thick brown tape, she understood that Bennett had no idea what would be waiting for him when he came home.
PART 2: The Truth
Bennett came back on Monday earlier than expected, stepping through the front door with the black suitcase in his hand and the scent of floral perfume still clinging to his shirt. Luggage
He entered the master bedroom and stopped dead, staring at what had been arranged in front of him.
His belongings were placed neatly near the door: four cardboard boxes, two duffel bags, and his expensive coffee maker carefully wrapped in bubble wrap.
Everything had been sorted by category, each box clearly labeled in black permanent marker with exactly what it contained.
Elise stood in the kitchen, calmly drinking black coffee as though it were an ordinary Monday morning.
“What exactly is all of this?” Bennett asked, his voice shaking with both surprise and irritation.
“These are your things,” she replied, not lifting her eyes from her mug.
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