Out Of Your League, Dear Ex-Husband

n John

arm current in the cold ocean I was drowning in. Sh

ngings-the portfolio, my two phones. I didn't touch the designer

t townhome that had been my home,

, with a code only I knew. I wanted to avoid any conf

a and Kylie were probably ou

bedroom. To our bedroom. The lingering scen

e had picked out for me, the uniform of "Mrs. Tillman.

shirts, and hoodies from before. They rep

the only thing my mother had lef

n Blue who had been my only quiet companion in this massiv

as my family. I couldn't leave him in this cold

cat carrier downstairs, I heard a key in t

nce. She saw the luggage in my hand, her face twisting into a sneer.

and walked t

leen, Armani told me everything. You should kno

lman," I said calmly, "I think you're mistaken. First, I'm not 'leaving,' I'm '

his house, and half of Armani Tillman's assets, be

am his legal wife of three years," I said, each word a deliberate sto

door behind me. I stood under the Chicag

ting. I put Smoky and my sui

ber a text

l from Fiona Reynolds' law firm. The best divo

hnson, this is Fiona Reynolds. I've received your

next day. Hanging up, the futur

apartment building near Wick

airs. She threw her arms around me in

," she said, her eyes

it was filled with the warmth of a real home. Band p

er, and he began to curiousl

and sat across from me, her expressi

d her everything that had happened. Arma

slammed her fist on the sofa. "That bas

he right thing, Carleen. We don't want anything from them.