When My Husband Pocket-Dialed Me

He grabbed his phone, his hands trembling, while one guard escorted him toward the elevator.

As he passed me, he whispered, “Audrey, please.”

I did not answer.

His phone started ringing before he reached the door.

Lydia, probably.

The elevator doors closed on him.

And just like that, the man I had loved for nearly a decade was gone.

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