I nodded, my voice momentarily lost. The penthouse was a place of sanctuary, a world away from the drama and pretenses. It was a place where I could breathe and, perhaps, find myself again.

As we stopped at a traffic light, the enormity of what had happened began to sink in. My marriage, it seemed, was in tatters, exposed by the raw light of reality. And yet, there was a certain liberation in that exposure. The lies and pretense were over.

Damian glanced at me, perhaps sensing my tumultuous thoughts. “And about Kenneth,” he added, “consider him a closed chapter. There are ramifications for actions, and today he learned that.”