A Goodbye Without a Period
Language: en
The day the pork stamp was pressed against my cheek, I was reborn. It was a joke, a little prank from Lucas’s young secretary during what was meant to be our seventh-anniversary dinner. She was pouring me a glass of wine when she did it, laughing as the greasy, purple ink branded my skin. This time, I didn’t slap her like I did in my last life. And I didn’t scream at Lucas like a madwoman, demanding a divorce when he rushed to her defense. Instead, I just smiled at him, a calm, serene little smile. “She’s really something, isn’t she? You two have fun.” I picked up my purse. “Let’s just…