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Meredith Now
I stare out the car’s window as Michael speeds through the desert, trying my best to silently repeat the refrain I used when he left me in Mexico. The refrain that made me hate him.
Your husband is a murderer-for-hire, and your father hired him to kill you…Everything you know about both of them is a goddamn lie.
He’s tried taking me to two international airports so far, but they’re both closed, so there’s no doubt in my mind that he’s determined to get me to another one. Since he’s recently tossed a How to Adjust to Life in Switzerland book in my lap, I know that he’s determined to get me out of his life by the end of the day, no matter what.
My heart still isn’t getting the memo, but I won’t let my emotions rule my decisions anymore. I won’t give in, and I won’t go back. I won’t even look over at him as he drives since he’s still capable of making me wet with a single glance. (And unfortunately, he’s done it five times already.)
Not anymore.
This time, when we go our separate ways, I’ll have to make myself look at Michael for the man that he really is. Not my husband who I desperately tried to understand.
He’s a fucking murderer, and a criminal.
Full stop.