The Divorce Diaries

After three long hours, I was finally pulled out of the snow."Ma'am, your husband and sister-in-law are up ahead waiting for you!" a cheerful young rescuer said, pointing toward the slope.I was freezing, stiff all over, and I slowly looked up.There they were—Clement Norman and Madison Bowen.They were standing close, wearing matching black-and-white down jackets, looking warm and cozy."You're so lucky," the rescuer said dramatically. "Two people are still missing from the avalanche!"Lucky? She had no idea.When I was buried under the snow, Clement had grabbed Madison's hand and taken off without a second thought.He didn't even remember I was behind him.I lowered my head and dragged my frozen legs forward.Clement rushed over and pulled me into his arms, his face full of concern. "Babe, are you okay? Are you hurt? If you're not feeling good, let's get a doctor."Behind him, a pale-faced Madison was wiping her tears, as if she had been the one stuck under the snow for t

With me out of the way, Madison didn't even bother hiding anymore.She updated her social media three times a day, every day.In one particular video she uploaded, she and Clement looked just like a real couple.Someone finally had enough and left a comment. [Looks like a homewrecker in action.]I looked at the username. It was one of Clement's old buddies, someone I'd met a few times at group dinners.I never thought he'd be the one to call it out. Guess not everyone around Clement thought like him.I liked his commentThe next day, Madison took down the video.Later, I got a call from Clement. "Are you out of your mind? Madison's just a college girl who hasn't even graduated. You seriously went after her online? What is wrong with you? Are you trying to make sure I never take you back?"How many times do I have to say it? Madison and I grew up together; we're like siblings. We might not be related, but we're closer than family. So don't go polluting that with your dirty imag

I stared at Clement like he was out of his mind."You're so full of yourself. Do you think you're the main character of some soap opera?"What made you think I'd forgive you for leaving me on the way to the restaurant because you were worried Madison might not be safe alone at the hotel?"What made you think I'd forgive you for grabbing Madison's hand and running during an avalanche without even looking back at me?"And what on earth made you think I'd actually forgive you after you and Madison snuck off and left Svalmere without telling me, leaving me stranded in a foreign country?"Each question I threw hit him like a punch. Clement's face turned darker by the second.The others in the room started exchanging awkward glances.But I didn't care. I kept going. "I was buried in the snow for three hours. I was one step away from death. Do you know what I was thinking about that whole time?"I was thinking that when I got out, I had to ask you—while you were running off with Madis

Madison shot me and Vincent a sharp look, then gave a sarcastic little smirk. "Out of all the men in the world, you had to pick someone from Clement's circle? That's a bit low."She gave Vincent a once-over and added, "He's not even that impressive, honestly."I had to hand it to Madison; she really was cut from the same cloth as Clement. They loved to judge people using their twisted minds.I rolled my eyes. "Sure. He's just five years younger than your precious Clement. He's also stronger than him, taller than him, has better abs than him, and—oh, right, he's also way better at throwing a punch."Vincent played along like a pro, puffing up his chest just enough to show off his rock-solid muscles.Clement looked like he was about to explode. He pushed Madison aside and snapped, "Why are you even here? Weren't you feeling sick? Didn't I tell you to stay home and rest?"Madison pouted, looking all sad and fragile. "I only came because I heard you got taken to the police station. I