PART 2 (Final)
Julian read the next line twice.
Then a third time.
I also canceled every reservation that was booked under my name and my credit card.
He looked around the suite.
The lights were still on.
The curtains still framed the turquoise Pacific.
But suddenly it wasn’t a honeymoon suite anymore.
It was just an expensive room that no longer belonged to him.
A knock came at the door.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Carter,” the resort manager said politely. “There seems to be a problem with your reservation.”
Julian forced a laugh.
“My wife is playing some kind of joke.”
“I’m afraid it’s not a joke, sir.”
The manager handed him a tablet.
The reservation showed one guest.
Cancelled.
Payment authorization…
Revoked.
Every excursion…
Cancelled.
Private sunset cruise…
Cancelled.
Couples spa…
Cancelled.
Helicopter tour…
Cancelled.
The romantic dinner on the beach…
Cancelled.
Everything.
Sienna slowly lowered her sunglasses.
“What does that mean?”
“It means,” the manager answered calmly, “we’ll need another form of payment if you wish to remain.”
Julian confidently reached for his wallet.
“No problem.”
He inserted his card.
Declined.
He frowned.
“Try another.”
Second card.
Declined.
Third card.
Declined.
His face tightened.
Meanwhile…
I wasn’t crying in New York.
I wasn’t curled up on my couch regretting my marriage.
I was sitting inside my attorney Rebecca Morgan’s office.
The marriage certificate lay on her desk beside a thick folder.
Rebecca smiled.
“You moved quickly.”
“I learned from watching him.”
She opened another file.
“Everything is documented.”
Three years.
Three years of emails.
Three years of late-night “business meetings.”
Three years of hotel receipts.
Three years of company expense reports.
Three years of messages Julian thought he had deleted.
He had forgotten one tiny detail.
Our phones synchronized through the same cloud backup after he insisted on setting up our “perfect married life.”
