Divorce Is a Stretch, Don't You Think?

When Cameron Jensen came home, I was taking paroxetine for depression.Since Rowena Sherman came into the picture, my marriage with Cameron had become suffocating, and it had led me into moderate depression.Cameron came over, snatched my pills, and threw them in the trash. "You're popping pills every time I get home. Can't you cut the pathetic act?"He pulled out a bouquet and tossed it at my feet. "Rowena got this for you. I asked her how I should punish you so she'd stop being mad, but she's too kind. She said she'll let it slide as long as you apologize."I stared at the half-dead bouquet on the table. I sniffed, and the stench of rotting stems hit me.Three days ago, Rowena had posted this same bouquet online with the caption, "Fresh flowers and a man to make for a perfect afternoon!"Those painful memories came rushing back. I grabbed a paring knife to peel an apple, hoping to take my mind off things. "I don't want anything from her. It's gross."Cameron scowled, sounding

I wasn't in the mood to talk to Cameron, so I used the restroom as an excuse to leave.He followed me. "I've explained this already—the house was something I promised her long ago. Don't make me come off as heartless. Sylvie, I've treated you well, too."I hummed in reply and walked right into the ladies' room.When I returned, Rowena had taken my spot, sitting beside Cameron and practically glued to him. I glanced at them and sat beside Brandon.Rowena spotted me and said dramatically, "Oh my gosh, sorry! I'm just so used to sitting with Cameron. You don't mind, do you?"I shook my head. "Honestly, I'm grateful you're putting up with him for me."Cameron's face immediately darkened.Rowena dug her nails into her palms, barely holding up her smile. "Cameron's a great guy. He bought me that house, which is worth tens of millions. I didn't spend a dime! Guess I should be thanking you for letting your husband spend so much on me."Her words had everyone around us gaspingRowena h

Cameron gave me a once-over, his eyes full of disdain. "Look at you—work's keeping you so busy, you're barely keeping up with your looks. What guy could say no to good looks?"Would you believe me if I said I loved you right now? And if I were walking down the street with Rowena, who do you think would look more like my wife—her or you?"Work had been my priority over the past few years and I hadn't bothered with my appearance. But how could he forget I was there for him during those early startup days, staying late with him after my own job?How could he forget I used my connections to land those big clients he couldn't get? I busted my ass to help Cameron build his business, and now he despised me just because I didn't know how to dress up.I always thought if I gave enough, he'd eventually see all the effort I was putting in. But I got caught up with him and ignored the fact that he was actually cold and heartless.All my effort didn't mean anything to him, no matter how much I

"You're running away abroad, huh? Look at me—with a husband and a baby on the way. I'm the one who got the last laugh."You got divorced, lost the baby, and ended up with nothing. You're basically a joke," Rowena texted.I smiled and replied, "Get your 'husband' to sign the divorce agreement already. You don't want your baby to be born while he's still married to someone else, making you just the other woman."Right after I sent the message, my phone started buzzing non-stop.Rowena blasted me. "You bitch! Who the hell do you think you are, acting all high and mighty? You'd be nothing if you weren't born with a silver spoon and great parents."I stole your guy and house—doesn't that make you feel like crap?"I typed slowly. "I'm not like you, who wasted a good hand. I might not have played mine perfectly, but at least I didn't screw it up."I switched her to "Do Not Disturb" after that.…Six months later, my lawyer suddenly reached out, saying things were finally progressing