After I hung up, I calmly shut down the computer.“It’s nothing. I was just talking to Mr. Cole about the divorce.”Yvette’s expression immediately changed. She rushed over to me.“What divorce? You want to divorce me?”I stepped back and said casually, “No. It’s about one of his cases. He wanted my opinion.”Only then did Yvette relax. She handed me the paper bag she was holding.“This is for you.”The logo on the bag was from my favorite cake shop.Before we got married, whenever Yvette made me angry, she would buy me a cake from there. The shop was always busy, and the wait usually took two hours. Still, whenever I said I wanted some, she would go and line up in person, rain or shine, just to make me happy.Sometimes, I felt bad for her and told her to get it delivered instead. Yvette would smile and say, “Yoel, it’s fine. I’m willing to do it for you.”The memory warmed my heart. I smiled without thinking, took the bag, and opened it.“I didn’t expect you to rememb
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