The Real Jackpot
That was a different kind of pain — not his words, but the realization behind them.
They had discussed me.
My flaws, my weaknesses.
She hadn’t only given him her body; she’d handed over my privacy to justify her betrayal.
I slid my wedding band off my finger and dropped it into the bag Rodrigo was still too afraid to hold.
“You can have the whole package,” I told him.