Chapter 6: Divorce, Revenge, and Freedom
She called me out of the blue, her voice sweet as honey. I knew it was a trap, but I went anyway.
“This anniversary was a disaster. Honey, I want to make it up to you and help you relax.”
She played the part of the loving wife, batting her eyelashes, twirling her hair.
I knew she couldn’t wait any longer. I forced a bitter smile.
I let her think she was in control, just this once. I wanted to see how far she’d go.
“Autumn, if you ever think back on today, will you regret it?”
I watched her face carefully. She hesitated, just for a second, before smiling.
She froze, then smiled. “Ryan, what are you talking about? That place is hard to book. Be there on time tomorrow.”
She waved me off, her voice bright and cheerful. I nodded, playing along.
My smile felt uglier than tears, but I agreed. The next day, sure enough, she didn’t show up, making excuses.
I sat at the table alone, nursing a glass of whiskey. The waiter kept glancing at me, pity in his eyes.
They came at me fast—three guys, all muscle and bad intentions.
Dave and his crew were waiting outside. They moved in quick, tying up the thugs and tossing them in the back of a van.
Everything I needed to leave was ready.
My bags were packed, my tickets booked. I was leaving tonight, for good.
Looking at the people tied up on the ground, I tossed them the divorce papers.
The papers landed at their feet. I felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
“Take this to her. Tell Autumn Lane I hope she regrets it for the rest of her life.”
I turned and walked away, never looking back. I didn’t need to. My old life was over. Whatever happened to Autumn and Lucas was no longer my concern. For the first time in years, I was finally free.













