to answer. I stared at my phone in disbelief. One hundred and twenty-seven missed calls from Caleb, and not a single one had disturbed the silence of my empty house, because I’d switched to Do Not Disturb the moment I saw Emma’s post.
My thumb hovered over the WhatsApp notification showing dozens of unread messages, all from him. The most recent one caught my eye: Please, Michaela, answer the phone. I’m begging you.
I smiled. The begging had started exactly thirty-seven minutes after I’d forwarded the security footage to Richard. Thirty-seven minutes. That’s how long it took for Caleb’s perfect world to crumble—for his corporate email access to be revoked, for his career to implode. My 40th birthday gift to myself: justice.
But let me back up. Let me tell you how this all began just seven hours earlier.
For a week, Caleb had been teasing me about my birthday. “Your gift will blow your mind,” he’d whisper, kissing my cheek each morning before leaving for work. Last night, he’d been especially affectionate—bringing home my favorite takeout, opening a bottle of wine, and telling the kids to let me sleep in for my big day.
I’d lain awake long after he started snoring, thinking about our seventeen years of marriage—college sweethearts who’d built a life together. His rise through the corporate ranks at Sullivan and Pierce Investment Group. My decision to pause my legal career when Emma was born. The beautiful Atlanta suburb home, the family vacations at the beach every summer.
I touched the delicate necklace he’d given me for our anniversary last month, wondering if my milestone birthday gift would be similarly thoughtful.
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