“Did you enjoy yourself?” he asked flatly.
“Very much,” I said, setting my bag down.
He looked at the phone.
“Carolina texted me.”
I stayed silent.
“I canceled.”
That surprised me.
“Oh really?”
He ran a hand over his face.
“Because I realized something today.”
I waited.
“If it takes a la:xa:tive to remind me I’m married… then I was already too far gone.”
Silence filled the room.
Not comfortable.
But… honest.
I exhaled slowly.
“Next time,” I said, “I won’t use laxatives.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“No?”
I met his eyes.
“No.”
A pause.
“I’ll just have your suitcases waiting at the door.”
For the first time in a long time…
He had nothing to say.
He looked down.
And in that moment, I understood something simple:
Revenge isn’t always loud.
It isn’t always destructive.
Sometimes… it’s just a reminder.
That respect is something you either learn gently—
Or life teaches you… the hard way.
