“Lydia, stop playing with your phone and tell the pilot we are ready to board immediately,” he commanded.
I raised my hand in a mock gesture of obedience while my thumb hovered over the screen.
The option to cancel the entire reservation appeared in bold red letters, and I did not hesitate for even a second.
I thought about every night he had come home late smelling of expensive perfume while telling me I was paranoid and irrational.
I remembered Margot laughing at me for earning a man’s salary while claiming I lacked the grace of a traditional woman.
I remembered the credit card statements showing Caleb purchasing jewelry and designer bags for a woman whose name was certainly not Lydia.
I pressed the button firmly, watching as the screen confirmed that the refund was being processed.
A wave of peace washed over me, so deep it almost felt unfamiliar.
But I did not stop there. I immediately opened my banking app to take further action.
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