The Smallest Part of the Betrayal
You’re abandoning me?”
“You brought stolen goods into my life,” he snapped.
And I sat and watched the two of them turn on each other and tear their six-month romance to pieces in under two minutes — the great love that had been worth my marriage and my friendship, dissolving the instant it cost either of them anything.
It was, I will admit, the closest thing to satisfaction I felt in the whole ordeal, and not for the reason you might think.
It was not the pleasure of revenge; I was too tired for revenge, and anyway the lawyers were doing the only revenge that mattered.
It was something quieter and more clarifying.