Chapter 5
My phone it up at LaGuardia Lorenzo’s name flashing on the screen.
“You can see,” His voice cracked. Not a question, but a broken revelation.
“Check the TV if you’re home. You’ll find everything you need to know.” Through the security app on my phone, I watched him stumble into our Central Park West penthouse.
My surgeon had called an hour ago, puzzled why Lorenzo never knew about my restored vision. The irony made me laugh.
The security feed showed Lorenzo crumpling in front of our coffee table. What filled the screen would’ve made TMZ blush–intimate photos of him and Isabella in various states of undress, their affair
documented in high definition,
“Christ, Sophia…” His voice was barely a whisper. “How long?”
“Does it matter?” My laugh was bitter as winter. “I came home that day ready to celebrate. Instead, I got a front–row seat to you and your secretary. The affair, the pregnancy- I know everything.”
“The divorce papers.”
“You signed them this morning. Didn’t even glance at them before running off to her.”
“No!” The raw desperation in his voice echoed through the phone. “I won’t divorce you. I can’t.”
“Check the coffee table, Lorenzo. That ‘business contract‘ you couldn’t wait to sign? Look closer.”
I watched his face drain of color as realization hit. He fell to his knees, designer suit crumpling. “Please,” he begged. “I’ll fix everything. The baby, Isabella – I’ll end it all. Just tell me where you are. Please, Sophia.”
The strange thing? I felt nothing. No pain, no heartbreak. Just… peace.
“It’s like dominos, Lorenzo. One falls, then another, until there’s nothing left standing. I’ve moved on.”
The boarding call for my connection to Missoula International cut through the terminal. Lorenzo was still pleading as I ended the call. I dropped my iPhone into a trash bin and headed for the gate.
Two flights would take me deep into the Montana wilderness, where the healing sanctuary waited. Finally, I was going home.
Seven Minutes
Chapter 6
Chapter 6
