I couldn’t watch any longer; with Keith behaving like this, what more was there to understand?

He was pushing me. Pushing me to file for divorce. If he couldn’t do it, then I would. There was nothing more revolting than him.

As I hung up the video call, my fingers trembled, struggling to press the right buttons. My stomach churned, and I felt nauseous, but only managed to dry heave. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes red and my face haggard. At thirty, I thought I had mastered controlling my emotions. But when it truly mattered, I couldn’t control anything.

Lynley’s words echoed endlessly in my...