Fiona's lips trembled with rage, her eyes glaring at me with hatred.

"By tomorrow, I'll be divorced from him. A perfect match of a scumbag and a manipulative bitch. I wish you both eternal happiness."

I smiled at her.

Evan still hadn't realized that I had been quietly collecting evidence. I went through his phone records while he was asleep.

I'd seen his password by accident. It wasn't my birthday, nor was it any of our anniversaries.

It was probably her birthday.

That's how men are—when they stop loving you, they cut everything off completely.

He and Fiona chatted nearly every day. He told her how excited he was for...