The Divorce That Saved Him
ing on the couch in the dark. She flicked on the ligh
e said, dropping her expensive handbag on the f
seemed to bother her more t
was stressed. I'm canceling the rescheduled IVF appointment for n
plea. She was trying to manipulate me, offering to cancel som
," I
rowed. "Okay
. Ok
hing my face for the man she knew, the one who would have been crushed by her words.
es, filling the cart with things for our "last supper." I bought a b
imed it tasted like soap and would refuse to ev
asparagus with lemon, and made a vibrant chimichurri sauce, heavy
plating the food. She stopped dea
at smell?"
e green sauce. Her fa
me? Cilantro? You
rched to the trash can. With a single, violent motion, she sc
e!" she shrieked. "I can't even deal with
tormed out of the house, s
ilantro and wasted food hanging in the air. I didn'
gh social media. And there it was. A new post from Ethan. A pic
t from Jennifer, pos
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