When we got back, it seemed that the trip was a waste of money.
All your other trips, that was another matter. You started going on more business trips. Trips with Laura.
Isabella got a phone from you for her birthday. Brand new, newest of the line. And I could only fall more in love with the James I knew. During your trips, you texted her, showing her pictures.
She showed them to me. The pure joy on your face...Laura beside you. Sneaky glances, hands brushing. Isabella didn't notice. She was only thirteen. This whole affair had gone on for two years now.
But I noticed.
And I never got a single message or picture from you.
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Red Flags
Short StoryWe swore to stay together. So when you shifted around, I stayed as an ever present shadow. There are more important matters than your affairs, James. I couldn't leave you because of them.
