“What the fuck are you talking about?” Came through the line, loud and clear.

“Well, you freaking idiot, I’m talking about the pictures I just saw of the two of you at a club with a bunch of ski patrol bimbos,” she shouted into the phone. “Only, I didn’t realize I was sitting with Tucker’s wife as I scrolled through them, and I like her, but now she’s going to hate me because I’m the idiot who didn’t know and accidentally informed her of his infidelity.”

“Is she there with you now?” Again, I heard him loud and clear.

“Yeah, she was just leaving.”

“Put her on the phone, Luna.”

Luna attempted to hand the phone to me, but I shook my head. “I’m not talking to either of them,” I said loud enough that I knew he could hear me. “I really do have to go, and Luna, I don’t hold it against you. You did nothing wrong, and I like you too,” I managed to get out before I turned and left Wes’s apartment behind. Part of me didn’t even want to go back into Tucker’s place, but my things were in there. In specific, the iPad I used to write my book was in that apartment, and even if nothing was coming to me now, maybe it would later, so I couldn’t leave it behind.

Once I got back in the apartment, my cell phone started ringing. I quickly turned it off without bothering to see who was calling. Then my iPad started ringing, since they were synced. I didn’t get a chance to ‘not look’ at who was calling since it popped up on the screen. Still, I didn’t bother answering him, and instead closed my iPad’s magic keyboard, and started packing my things up. I still didn’t have a lot of stuff there and had managed to avoid weird questions from my parents about why I wasn’t moving all my things, thanks to the realtor fiasco. They figured that I was just waiting until we moved into our house so that I wasn’t moving it one place just to have to shift everything again.

Thanks to Mr. Poker Chip, I had another $8,565 to burn, so I figured I’d do with it what he had intended for me all along. I was about to get lost for a while. Taking a cue from my husband’s playbook, I decided to leave him a note to come home to.

Dear Lying Asshole,

It’s nice to know I was right about not trusting you, even if I had hoped someone would prove me wrong.

I’m going on vacation and don’t want to be disturbed. Since you couldn’t keep your promise to me, I’m going to ask for you to do something else instead. Let me have my peace for now, and when I get back, have the annulment ready. It shouldn’t be hard to obtain since we never actually consummated our marriage.

Thanks for reminding me that people are shit and will always hurt you, so long as it means they have a good time.