His Lost Little Lady
I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep from breaking into sobs, but the tears spilled anyway, rolling down my hand like beads from a broken necklace.
Time blurred. I couldn't tell how long I sat there, not until my eyes ran dry and the sobs finally stilled.
I sniffled, picked up my phone, and called my best friend, Lily Ludlow. She was a lawyer.
"Lily, help me draft a divorce agreement."
On the other end, she hesitated for a few seconds before speaking, her voice heavy with concern. "A divorce agreement? Anna, are you serious? You love Tristan. Why would you suddenly want to end it?"