The Chef Who Cooked Up Divorce

aring at the blank wall where our wedding photos used to

hing," she said, k

glaze and sprinkles. Caleb' s favorite. I hated anything o

ks,"

noticed the empty wall.

aming," I lied. "The g

ired or too indifferent to see the truth. Th

against my back. Her hand slid over my ch

leb, her casual dismissal of me. I felt like a substitut

id, moving away. "Stress f

and rolled back to

t 6 AM. Then it buzzed again, and again. A stream of t

t, her voice thick wi

ame warm, affectionate, intimate.

Yeah, last night was amazing... W

a small, private smile. The kind you share w

tion. The man staring back was a fool. But he wouldn't be for muc