Only Ten Years

Ten years. That’s how long I’d been with Liam. Then, I accidentally picked up his phone.

“Hey, babe, the little kitty just had a whole litter of kittens!”

It was a sweet, feminine voice. The contact was saved as “Sweet Pea.”

“He’s in the shower, call back later,” I said coldly before hanging up. That night, Liam went ballistic, grabbing whatever clothes he could find, and rushed out the door.

Meanwhile, I trashed “our” place, erasing every trace of myself, and bought a one–way ticket overseas.