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Talk about coincidence.

I moved out of our home and rented a luxury apartment in the city center.

And as luck would have it, my neighbor turned out to be Faye.

I had worked up quite a sweat setting up the new place, which is why I was taking a shower at that hour.

Faye was helping me organize some knick-knacks when she got Seraphina's call.

I overheard her deliberately stirring the pot, but I didn't call her out on it.

Instead, I simply took the phone from her, cutting off Seraphina's tirade on the other end.

"Enough with the dramatics. Tell me, have you signed the divorce papers yet?"

Now that I'd sobered up, I felt I had Seraphina all figured out.

If she truly cared for me, it wasn't nearly as much as she pretended.

She was just afraid of how messy this divorce might get and the trouble it could cause her down the line.

Now that she thought she had some dirt on me, she was trying to flip the script and gain the moral high ground for leverage in our negotiations.