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2026-05-30 23:53:24
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MY EX HUSBAND’S REGRET The lawyer II
Back at my desk I spent the afternoon trying to focus on work and mostly failing. Tuesday passed without incident, while wednesday arrived and with it my consultation with Diana Reeves.Her office was in Midtown, sixteenth floor, all clean lines and quiet authority. She was in her late forties with natural gray streaks in her dark hair and the kind of calm focused energy that made you believe she’d seen everything and nothing surprised her anymore.She listened to my entire story without interrupting once. The birthday party. The photos. Ethan throwing me out. The email about the joint accounts and the house.When I finished she was quiet for exactly five seconds.“First things first,” she said. “You have more rights than he’s implying. Significantly more.”Something unknotted in my chest. “Really?”“New York is an equitable distribution state. That means marital assets are divided fairly, not necessarily equally, but fairly. The house, the joint accounts, any investments made during
MY EX HUSBAND’S REGRET The lawyer
Monday morning arrived with sharp cold that reminded you winter was coming whether you were ready for it or not. I was already up at six, dressed by seven, sitting at my small desk with a cup of coffee, with my laptop opened, searching for divorce lawyers in Manhattan. The kind that were good but not so expensive that I’d burn through the last of my savings before the case even started.It was harder than I expected. Every website looked the same with professional headshots and promises of aggressive representation and confidential consultations. Words designed to make desperate people feel like they were in capable hands.I didn’t feel capable of anything right now. But I was trying.I narrowed it down to three names. All women, which felt important for reasons I couldn’t fully articulate. All with strong reviews and reasonable consultation fees. I sent emails to all three before leaving for work, explaining my situation briefly and asking for the earliest available appointment.The
MY EX HUSBAND’S REGRET Watched
The phone nearly slipped out of my hand.I read the message three more times, standing barefoot on the sidewalk outside my building, the cool concrete biting into my feet. The more I looked at the picture, the more my stomach drop a little further.*Didn’t waste any time did you? Whore.*Unknown number with nothing to identify who was on the other end.So someone has been there tonight. Sitting somewhere near that restaurant, close enough to photograph us through the window. Close enough to see Adrian’s hand cover mine, to watch me smile for the first time in weeks and decide to punish me for it.My eyes shot to the street around me instinctively. It was empty, with just parked cars and a couple walking their dog half a block away, not paying any attention to me.Whoever it was, they were already gone. Perhaps it was the same person that framed me with those pictures.I took the elevator up to my apartment with shaking hands and locked the door behind me, sliding the chain across even
MY EX HUSBAND’S REGRET Elara
Friday came faster than I expected. The week had passed in a blur of new employee training, content calendars, brand guidelines, and trying to remember everyone’s names without looking at my phone under the desk. Work was actually good. Better than good. It gave me something to focus on besides the wreckage of my personal life, somewhere to put all the energy I’d been wasting on crying and replaying those horrible birthday party moments in my head.Sarah was a good manager. Direct and no nonsense but fair, the kind of person who would told you exactly what she wanted and left you alone to deliver it. She’d already given me two projects to run independently, social media campaigns for two of Rhode Enterprises’ smaller brands, and seemed genuinely pleased with my initial ideas.“You’re picking this up fast,” she’d said on Thursday, looking over my campaign proposal. “I expected at least two weeks before you were ready for independent work.”It felt really good to hear that. Like maybe I
MY EX HUSBAND’S REGRET Hopeful II
We stood there in her living room, me crying and her holding me, until the buzzer rang with our food delivery.Natalie ordered me to wash my face while she got the food. By the time I came out of the bathroom with puffy eyes and splotchy cheeks, she had everything laid out on her coffee table. Pad thai, spring rolls, and curry that smelled amazing.I wasn’t hungry, but I forced myself to eat. Natalie was right, I needed to keep my strength up.“Marcus wants to meet with you,” Natalie said, spooning curry onto her plate. “He has questions about people in your life. Anyone who might have access to photos of you, anyone with technical skills, anyone who might have a motive.”“When?”“This weekend if you’re free. Saturday maybe?”I nodded, pushing noodles around my plate. “Did you hear back from Ethan? About meeting for coffee?”Natalie’s expression tightened. “Yeah. He said no.”“Of course he did.”“He was actually kind of rude about it. Said he had nothing to say to me and I should stop
MY EX HUSBAND’S REGRET Hopeful
I didn’t wait until I got home to call Natalie back. The second I stepped out of the building onto the Fifth Avenue, I hit redial, pressing the phone against my ear hard enough to hurt, but who cares?The street was packed with people rushing home from work, a river of suits and briefcases and exhaustion flowing around me.Pick up, pick up, pick up.“Ivy.” Natalie answered on the first ring. “Where are you?”“Just left work. What did Marcus find? What’s wrong?”“Are you somewhere you can talk? Like actually talk?”My stomach dropped. “Nat, you’re scaring me.”“I know. I’m sorry. But this isn’t a phone conversation. Can you come over?”“Now?”“Yeah. Please. I’ll order food. We can eat while we talk.”I looked at the subway entrance, then in the direction of Queens where my empty apartment waited. I didn’t want to go home, and sit alone with whatever bomb Natalie was about to drop.“I’ll be there in thirty minutes,” I said.The subway ride to Natalie’s neighborhood felt endless. My mind
MY EX HUSBAND’S REGRET First day at work
“A few times. Usually just in passing. He’s intense but fair from what I’ve heard. Why, have you met him?”“Briefly. During the interview process.”That was technically true.“He’s single, you know.” Kelly had apparently been listening. “Every woman in this building has a crush on him. Rich, hot, p
MY EX HUSBAND’S REGRET Work secured
My first day at Rhode Enterprises started with me throwing up in my new bathroom.Nerves, mostly. And the cheap instant coffee I’d tried to choke down for breakfast. I brushed my teeth twice, gargled with mouthwash, and stared at my reflection in the spotty mirror.“You can do this,” I told myself.
MY EX HUSBAND’S REGRET Picking myself up II
I took a hot shower, scrubbing away the last two days until my skin was red and looked very raw. I washed my hair twice and stood under the water until it started running cold. When I got out, I felt slightly more alive like the human I was. Still broken, but clean. I put on something comfort
MY EX HUSBAND’S REGRET Picking up myself
The apartment was on the fourth floor of a building that had seen better days. Probably in the seventies. I stood in the doorway with the last of my boxes, staring at the empty space that was supposed to be my fresh start. The walls were beige, that sad kind of beige that wasn’t trying to be ne
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