The dial tone buzzed in her ear. The final humiliation. He couldn’t be bothered to show up to divorce her because his mistress had a headache.
Aurora started to laugh. A wild, unhinged sound that drew a strange look from a passing lawyer. Tears streamed down her face, but she was smiling. The absolute, absurd cruelty of it was almost funny.
She was free. He had just handed her the key.
She reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet. One by one, she took out the credit cards tied to his account. She found a pair of small scissors and, with methodical, vicious snips, cut each one into useless pieces of plastic.
