The Choice That Belonged to Me
She shook her head.
“Leave it.
It’s a good reminder.”
The condition she attached to her return was, in its way, the truest revenge she took — not on Dorian, who was already in prison, but on the conditions that had let a Dorian happen at all.
Because she had come to understand that her husband’s crimes had not been possible only because he was a bad man.
Bad men are common.