The smirk existed on his ghostly double's face for only barely a heartbeat before the ghost disappeared, leaving only a swirl of light in its absence. Valencia, however, didn't need to continue gazing at her ex-husband's ghost to remember that look. The light in his eyes danced when felt as though he had won a challenge. He stood taller, like the glee would bolster him into whatever came next. It was a look Valencia had memorized throughout the course of their marriage. It was one she adored most.

And it stung viciously to see him smiling so over somebody else.

Valencia turned from where the ghost once stood and made for the bar.

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