Tom McCarthy
“Sir… Ms Sara Michaels has left the country,” Tom’s assistant said hesitantly over the phone. “She flew to New York two days ago… with Kingsley.”
Tom stood completely still in the center of his luxurious living room.
The words seemed to echo around him, refusing to sink in.
He remained frozen for a long moment, phone still pressed to his ear, his mind struggling to process what he had just heard.
“She… left?” he finally repeated, his voice low and hollow.
“Yes, sir. The divorce papers were delivered yesterday. She signed everything. She’s gone.”
Tom slowly lowered the phone.
His arm dropped limply to his side, and the device slipped from his fingers, clattering loudly onto the marble floor. He didn’t even glance at it.
He walked over to the long table of his new di
