I heard the gentle trickle of water over the phone, 

“Oh, I can take a wild guess,” 

I took a sip of coffee and gazed out the window, 

“Hot springs, a little skinny dipping, maybe a hotel suite and a candlelit dinner? 

The line went silent. 

She must’ve been caught off guard, 

I set my cup down and chuckled, 

“He’s not exactly original. We did all that a decade ago.” 

“You’re just a scavenger, Hailey–picking up my leftovers and calling it a feast.” 

“How pathetic.” 

“You-!” 

Her breath hitched in fury. 

“Sarah, you’re nothing but a washed–up trophy wife!” 

“What are you even proud of?” 

“So, a woman who couldn’t even become a wife is bragging to me about being a mistress?” 

“Sarah!” 

She practically screamed into the phone. 

“You think your little insults matter?” 

“Your husband stole your doctor for me.” 

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“Your personal chet? Mine now? 

“You weren’t even out of the hospital, and he was already in my bed 

“You may still have the title of Mrs. Johnson, be let’s be real–your marriage is dead” 

“Michael doesn’t love you” 

“He loves me now.” 

I let out a cold laugh. 

I held the phone away and put it on speaker, letting her rant fill the room. 

“Did he promise to marry you? 

“Do you really think he’s holding onto me because he can’t let go?* 

“He just doesn’t want to split his assets with me, Hailey.” 

“So tell you what–have him pick up the phone.” 

The call ended instantly. 

I stared out the window, watching the autumn leaves dance in the wind. 

Ten minutes later, my phone rang again. 

Michael. 

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