The Divorce He Never Expected
Seven years into our marriage, my husband Theo ordered me an Americano, the way he always did.
Except I'd just told him, again, that caffeine made me sick.
The moment I opened my mouth to say something, his phone rang.
He stood up and walked out without a word of explanation.
Half an hour later, Lydia posted to her socials.
"Thanks to a certain someone for taking time out of his insane schedule to fix my plumbing. Also, the fresh hot cocoa was incredible."
The comments filled up with people gushing over her.
Steam curled off the mug in the photo. It made the drink in my hand feel even colder.
Lydia and Theo had grown up together. Seven years ago, within months of each other, they'd b