Chapter 12

Clouds churned like ocean waves outside the plane's porthole window. Laura leaned her forehead against the cool glass, the steady hum of the cabin and the chilly air from the vents bringing her a strange sense of calm. She closed her eyes, and all she could see was Dexter walking away, holding Regina in his arms, the distance between them growing with every step. Laura told herself she had moved on. She truly believed that. However, deep down, there was still a sharp, inexplicable ache whenever she thought about it. After everything they had been through, Dexter had even gone so far as to fake a dissociative identity disorder just to cheat without facing any consequences. At first, when she learned about his supposed illness, she was devastated. Her heart ached for him. And when she eventually discovered that everything had been a lie—right down to the carefully crafted story about the dissociative identity disorder, Laura could only laugh at the absurdity of it all. The man she