A devoted husband discovers his pilot wife has chosen another man, and a twist of fate gives him the chance to start his life over. As he rebuilds himself, the wife he left behind begins to realize what she lost.
on the counter beside him vanessa stared at his back and whatever was in her eyes kept getting darker then she started walking i heard the footsteps and then a hand came down flat on my what are you doing now her voice came from above me worn thin with impatience the exact tone she used every time she decided i was making a scene over nothing i looked up her face was
Cool. Underneath it, she looked like she hadn't slept, like I'd finally pushed her to the end of something. Let go. Not until you explain yourself. Cupcakes. Yanshin Lung. Moving out. Phone off. Shane, do you need this to get as big as possible before you're satisfied? I pulled at the form. Didn't move. It doesn't concern you. She laughed at that.
It doesn't concern me? You do all this and it's not about getting my attention? I looked at her and thought how ridiculous it was. Even now, she thought I was performing, Same as every time in seven years. Any time I wasn't happy, it was a tantrum.
It was pressure. Vanessa, you're not my manager. My transfer has nothing to do with you. Her face came apart.
She looked at me like the distance in my voice had gone in somewhere. Her voice got colder. You're wrecking your own career to make a point? It's not a point.
I decided a long time ago. She laughed like I'd said something stupid. Shane, you couldn't leave me if you tried. And I was done talking.
I opened my briefcase and took out a folder, and held it out to her. Vanessa, I already left. She took it, with her eyebrows still drawn in. The second it opened,