Divorce: My Unwritten Happy Ending
my perfect world ap
one. A notification from a celebrity gossip site, th
d up, was on the screen. She was smiling, but it wasn't her movie p
nd between them, holding both their hands, wa
on: "Chloe Davis's Secret Family?
had to be a mistake. A photoshop job. A desperate attempt for clicks. Chl
against the polished surface of m
you saw
cern, but with annoyance, as if I
Eleanor? Some kin
t a long,
man about this. We all
d dread cree
ld come? What are
and matter-of-fact. "You know you can't have children. We t
physical blow. You know
ialist. The carefully worded diagnosis of infertility. Chloe, holding my hand, telling me it didn't m
siness arrangement. A known fact.
ality tilted
aying?" I stammered, my
ence gone. "This is your chance to be a father. You should be grateful
iv
ity skyline blurring through the floor-to
s always. Her hair was flawless, her makeup subtle. She carried
y. She didn't look so
said. It wasn
I asked, my
said, setting her purse down.
as if she were intro
throat tight. "Our li
p this quiet. Alex and River will stay hidden. We can go on just like before. No one has to
e with, was a stranger. Her eyes, which I once thought held the universe, were cold and calculating. She wasn't talking
r. All I felt was a vast, empty coldness. The love I had for her,
ord clear and sharp
ed slight
etting a
en confusion, crossed her face. She wasn't devastated by
hint of her mother's impatience in her voice. "Why
rfect and mine were two very different things. M
built o