I DIVORCED HIM! NOW, HE REGRETS
“Smart choice. Then let’s make it official.”
We put our names on the contract, then split the copies… one for her, one for me.
After that, I pulled open my drawer and slid a slim, leather-bound book across to her. She eyed it like it was some kind of riddle I expected her to solve.
She frowned. “What’s this?”
“Study material,” I smirked. “My grandfather notices everything. He’ll ask where we met, what you know about me, little details. That book? Cliff notes on everything you need to know. Memorize it like your life depends on it.”