I had no interest in arguing with her anymore. She could think whatever she wanted.All I wanted now was the divorce and to leave this city as soon as possible."Sure. Let's go meet your parents tomorrow."I smiled, though the warmth did not reach my eyes.Camille frowned, looking slightly annoyed. "Honey, what do you mean, 'my' parents? They're our parents."I smiled again and said nothing. I walked over to the couch, picked up my phone, and sent another message to my attorney.Ryland: [Mr. Harrell, I'll need another copy of the divorce papers. I'll pick them up tomorrow morning.]"Honey, who are you texting?""Meeting your parents calls for a proper gift."Once the message was sent, I fired off another text, this time to Elliot.Ryland: [Camille says she's bringing me to meet the family tomorrow. What do you think I should wear?]For once, Elliot did not reply. I knew he had seen it, though. There was no way he would let something like that slide."Honey, I'm going to sta
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