Lahat ng Kabanata ng Divorced After One Night: The Plus-Size Ex-Wife’s Revenge: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 28

The invitation came through an old contact from my life before, a woman named Patricia who used to sit two desks down from me at the firm I worked at before any of this happened. She called instead of texting, which should have told me something right away."There's a lunch on Thursday," she said. "Nothing formal, just some of the wives get together once a month, talk about charity boards, that sort of thing, I mentioned you were back in the city and a few of them said they'd love to have you."I almost said no,I had exactly one blazer that still fit right, and showing up to a lunch full of women married to men who ran half the companies in Manhattan felt like walking into a room wearing a sign that said…look how far I've fallen.But Patricia sounded genuinely warm about it, and I hadn't had a genuinely warm invitation to anything in longer than I wanted to admit."Sure," I said. "Thursday works."*******The restaurant was the kind with no prices on the menu, tucked behind an unmark

My father called me for the first time since everything happened, on a Tuesday afternoon, and the first thing he said wasn't hello."We need to talk. Can you come to the office?"Not my house and not even a coffee shop. His office, the one he'd worked in for thirty years, where I used to visit as a kid and sit in his big leather chair and spin around in it while he pretended to be annoyed."I can come now," I said."Two o'clock works better."He hung up before I could say anything else,I stood there holding my phone, feeling something in my chest I didn't want to admit yet,it felt almost like hope, as foolish as that was. He had called me,he wanted to see me. Maybe this was the moment when things would finally start getting better.I got to his office at exactly two. His assistant, a woman named Carol who'd worked for him since before I was born, gave me a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes and told me to go on back.He was standing at the window when I walked in, not sitting be

The box was sitting outside my hotel room door when I got back from the pharmacy, wrapped in paper so plain it almost looked like a mistake, no return address, no card taped to the top.I stood in the hallway holding my small bag of prenatal vitamins and looked at it for a long moment before I picked it up,it was heavier than I expected. Whoever left it hadn't gone through the front desk, hadn't left it with the concierge the way deliveries usually came, he or she had just set it down against my door like they knew exactly which room was mine without needing to ask anyone.That alone should have told me something.Nobody was supposed to know which room was mine,I hadn't given this address to anyone besides Marcus, and Dana, and the two of them I trusted the way you trust the only two people left who haven't hurt you yet.I carried it inside and set it on the little desk by the window, the one piece of furniture in the room that wasn't bolted down, and I stood there looking at it inste

Sloane called me instead of texting, which was strange enough that I almost didn't answer."Come see my dress," she said, before I'd even said hello. "Today by three o'clock,at the bridal salon on Fifth.""Sloane, I don't think….""Please,I want my sister there when I try it on."I stood by the window with the phone against my ear, my free hand pressed flat against the glass like it might hold me up."Whose wedding, Sloane," I said. "Say it,say his name."She went quiet, and in the background I heard a voice, low and unhurried, saying something about a car being ready downstairs.His voice.Jason.My knees actually went weak,I had to sit down on the edge of the bed, the phone still pressed to my ear, my whole body remembering things I'd been trying not to remember for weeks,his hand at the small of my back and the way he used to say my name slow, like it was worth taking his time over."Serenity? Are you there?""I'm here.""Please come," she said. "Three o'clock."I hung up and sat th