Till the Ninth Break Do Us Part
"But we only got divorced for the drinking game. It's only temporary. Zack, you're the one I love the most. You'll always be my husband. I thought you were different, not someone so petty."
None of her words stirred anything in me anymore. I didn't even bother looking at her.
Lucy fell silent. With no other choice, she went to the kitchen.
In three years of marriage, she had never cooked once. She fumbled awkwardly, either pouring in too much water and extinguishing the flame or shattering bowls and cutting her finger.
She looked utterly wronged. Holding up her bleeding finger, she glanced at me hesitantly. I didn't spare her a single glance.