I Divorced My Husband, I Married His Rival
I take out my phone, hoping to distract myself, but when I check my accounts, every single one is frozen.
My stomach sinks. He actually did it.
A shaky breath leaves me. My eyes sting again, but before I can cry, Micah is back with two movie tickets and a huge bowl of popcorn.
“SpongeBob?” He raises a brow, teasing.
A small, broken smile tugs at my lips. “Really?”
“Hey, I know you love it,” he says, handing me the popcorn.
We walk side by side toward the theater.
When we step inside, I stop short. “Wait, where is everyone?”