Staring at that single line, I felt so sick I couldn't speak. I blocked the account outright.

The lawyer Gordon found was thorough. Everything from the divorce agreement to the asset division clauses was laid out with precision, saving me a great deal of effort.

I sent the electronic version of the divorce agreement to Morris. He never replied.

Over the next three days, I erased every trace of myself from the apartment.

Clothes and makeup I still needed went into boxes. Everything else, I had my assistant donate.

I tore up every photo of Morris and me together. The matching couple's items I'd once begged him to buy were thrown straight in the trash.

When I finished packing, everything I owned fit into a single suitcase.

A memory flickered through my mind: the day we first met, how flustered he'd looked when I confessed to him so bluntly, his cheeks flushing red, his gaze darting everywhere but my face, until he finally stammered out a yes.

"Y-Yeah."

"I mean... Regina, let's be together."

I laughed out loud before I could stop myself. But the boy who'd been clueless about romance yet so sincere and attentive was gone. He was truly gone.

It wasn't that he'd changed. It was that every image I'd ever drawn of him in my heart collapsed the instant I saw him love someone else.

Enough. A clean break was the best I could hope for.

I let out a breath and called Morris.

The phone rang twice before someone picked up.

"Morris, check the file I sent you on—"

"Regina, Morris is busy right now. I'll have him call you back."

Cassandra's voice had lost its usual softness. Now it carried an unmistakable edge of provocation.

I smiled and said, evenly:

"Sure. Then make sure you tell him to check the file I sent."

"It's urgent. The sooner, the better."

"Regina, don't you get it? The person in his heart is me. Not you."

Her voice dripped with pity:

"It must've been so hard for you, spending three years with a man who never loved you."

"Still better than being the woman who wrecks someone else's marriage."

I fired back without missing a beat.

"Morris doesn't know the real reason you came back to the country, but do you think I don't?"

"I have no interest in getting between the two of you. But don't push me again."

I hung up clean and called a car to the airport.

Right before boarding, a message from Morris came through.

Regina Swanson, what did you say to Cassandra?