The Long Game

Summary

When I found out Jackson was cheating, we were both surprisingly calm about it.

He stood there, shielding the girl behind him like some kind of hero. His voice was flat. "Don't blame her. This was all me. I lost control. She's innocent."

I just nodded. I got it.

Later that night, Jackson came home and slid a folder across the kitchen island. Divorce papers.

"I've been more than generous with the financials," he said. "Take a look. If it's all good, just sign."

I picked up the agreement, glanced at it, and then dropped it neatly into the trash can under the sink.