It wasn't until I got in the cab that I finally texted Cameron back. "The divorce agreement is on the table. Sign it."
He called me right back, but I didn't pick up. Then, I blocked his number.
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Two days later, the security guard from my gated community called me.
"Ms. Tuttle, as you guessed, a guy named Cameron Jensen is causing a scene at the gate. He's claiming to be your husband and insists on barging in to see you."
I watered my flowers absentmindedly. "Keep him out for me. Don't let him in."
Cameron camped out at the security booth for three days. On the third day, he finally passed out from exhaustion. To my surprise, he returned to the security booth after getting an IV at the hospital.
"Syl, I messed up. Please forgive me.
"I've cut ties with Rowena. Please come back to me, and let's build a good life together.
"Please. You can do whatever you want to me, just don't divorce me, okay?"
Cameron sent me three voice messages back-to-back, his tone humble and pleading.
