“You wouldn’t… how could you? After everything I’ve done for you!”
I looked at him for a long moment—the man I had loved, the man I had married, the man whose death had nearly destroyed me.
“You did this for yourself. You just expected me to go along with it, but I won’t. I recorded everything, and I’m taking it to the police.”
The woman across the aisle started clapping.
The bus doors hissed open. I walked past Karl and headed down the aisle.
“Megan, please…” he called after me. “Don’t do this. Don’t destroy our chance to be happy.”
I stepped off the bus.
Across the street stood a police station. For a moment, I stood there shaking, my wedding ring suddenly heavy on my hand.
Then I walked.
I didn’t look back. I went inside, approached the desk, and pulled out my phone, finding the recording of Karl’s confession.
