We sat in the Gabrielle Dining Room of the Hotel Bennett, the same table by the window where we dined while on our honeymoon five years earlier.
Paul looked so handsome; I couldn’t look away as he smiled at me, the corners of his eyes crinkling ever so slightly.
My dress was his favorite – the black velvet with the daring neckline. After five years of marriage he was still captivated by me.
And I loved him, I truly did.
But business came first.
I whispered “Goodbye, darling”.
Too late, he became aware of the sniper’s laser aimed at his heart.
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