Chapter 7
Peter stopped the intern who’d talked to Yuna that day.
“Is she off today?
IT
Emma stepped back like he reeked. “Dr. Zander already quit.”
“What? Why?”
She laughed
1–mean and loud. “You and your little mistress have a kid now. Why would
you care?”
Chill hit him like ice water.
Then she shoulder–checked him and walked off.
His ears rang. Blood pounded.
Yuna wasn’t supposed to know.
Cindy swore it was safe doing her checkups there. Said no one would ever notice–hidden in plain sight.
Peter didn’t even remember getting home.
The living room looked like a graveyard–Floyd roses wilted, birthday cake in the trash.
Even the ring? Yuna had tossed it.
He stumbled into the closet. Her clothes? Cleared out. Books, docs–vanished.
The study door creaked open. Divorce papers sat on the desk, signed.
The screen still glowed with his chat history with Cindy.
A flash drive sat on top. Hands shaking, he plugged it in.
Photos. Videos. Messages. All from Cindy—sent to Yuna.
One video played. His own voice echoed back. It hit like lightning.
He dropped. Phone hit the floor and cracked.
Mumbling excuses–to no one.
But he knew Yuna.
