Overlooked Wife, Officially Done
I begged Dylan Leveson three hundred and four times to take my dying dad on one last trip out to sea.
Guess what? He bailed.
I stood on the shore, watching the warmth fade from my dad's body, breath by breath—alone—while Dylan played Romeo in the highlands.
Millie Stone—his forever flame—posted a cozy little selfie:
[Far from the world, as long as I have you.]
I accidentally hit like. Dylan popped up instantly.
[How many times have I told you to leave Millie alone? Can't control yourself? We're getting a divorce!]
Oh, the classic divorce threat. I'd lost count.
[Cool. Divorce it is.]