Chapter 3

Once in the car, I pulled the divorce papers from my bag.

A few days ago, I gave Sarah the rental agreement, and the divorce papers must have gotten mixed in by accident.

She'd signed it without even looking.

All I needed was my signature...

A fountain pen suddenly rolled out of my bag.

Just hours ago, Sarah's ears had flushed as she kissed me softly in the passenger seat.

She'd said she saw our classmate, Lena, buying one for her boyfriend, so she followed suit.

I'd immediately clipped the pen to my shirt pocket, even though it was a dip pen, something I never used.

That vague, lingering thought resurfaced. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't resist getting out of the car, lighting a cigarette at the street corner.

"Maybe we should talk first," I reasoned. "Then I'll sign."

A whole pack later, the others started leaving.

"Where did Sarah go, anyway?" I asked.

No one answered, instead they started trying to convince me.

"William, we know you like Sarah. But... you have a wife."

"William, have you considered your wife's feelings? She even bought you that expensive watch."

"This is cheating, and emotional cheating is still cheating..."

I took a deep breath and cut them off.

"So where did Sarah go, anyway?"

"Sarah took him upstairs to get a room," someone said. "Jason was drunk and throwing a tantrum about not wanting to go back to the dorm."

I looked down at the pile of cigarette butts on the ground, feeling like a complete fool.