NYLAThe ink was still wet on the divorce papers when Aeron turned his back on me, already calling his assistant to book a flight to Paris.I expected a third anniversary gift; instead, he offered me divorce papers and a one-way ticket out of his life. "Mrs. King?" Daniel, Aeron's lawyer, called my name, snapping me back to reality. "Walk me through it, Daniel," I said, straightening my posture. "What happens now?""Well, for the next ninety days you'll continue living as Mrs. King," he calmly explained, carefully paging through a stack of papers. "I beg your pardon," I uttered, almost choking on the expensive whiskey I had been sipping on all night. "There was a three-month cohabitation clause in the pre-nup you signed three years ago. Mr. King Sr insisted on it," Daniel said, sliding a single piece of paper across the small coffee table between us. "I had no idea. I mean, why would he include that in our pre-nup?" I asked, nervously flattening my palms on my ankle-length dress.
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