After the divorce, I erased the woman I used to be and took a job driving a taxi at night. Then, by pure chance, I overheard a conversation between my ex-husband and his mistress—one secret so devastating it changed everything. That night…

Then Mark said something that made my heart slam against my ribs.

“She’ll never put it together. Especially now.”

Lydia leaned forward. “Good. Because if she ever does, we’re finished.”

The cab went quiet.

When I dropped them off, Mark tossed cash onto the seat.
“Keep the change.”

I smiled into the mirror. “Have a good night.”

They walked away.

I stayed in the car, shaking.

Because in that moment, I understood something terrifying and clarifying all at once:

My divorce hadn’t just been unfair.
It had been designed that way.