Wouter's iron grip on his phone hardened with each passing conversation. Since the moment he saw the mug Sara was holding, he knew Jade didn't just up and leave. The feeling of triumph of being right, only a fleeting moment compared to the despair he felt after.
Wasn't it much better for her to have just packed and left than this?
Wouter asked himself as he watched the face of this woman who seemed to live her best life.
Describing moments of her happiness, proposed to by the man she loved, treated like a queen when in reality she deserved none of it. She deserved to be locked in prison, and that was being kind.
Even Celeste, who was playing an excellent role as a listening friend, couldn't stifle the small tremble in her voice as the conversation continued.
She stood silently, watching Jade's wardrobe placed at the end of the narrow hallway, shrouded in shadows. Their night progressing casually, watching a movie that didn't seem to touch Celeste.
