Too Good For You
My CEO husband told me he had a last-minute job to handle. He said that because of it, he couldn't accompany me to retrieve the body.
Then I went online and saw a photo my husband's secretary had posted as a birthday status update.
[Thanks for the red velvet cake, Mr. Mitchell! Happy birthday to me!]
I smiled and left a comment.
[Happy birthday.]
That single comment sparked a frenzy among my colleagues. They immediately began placing bets on how big of a scene I would make.
Then he called.
"Lucy is just celebrating her birthday, Brianna! Why do you have to ruin it by showing up in the comments?! Don't you know how sensitive she is? How is she supposed to feel comfortable at work now?!
"She's only been here for two years. She doesn't even have any friends! What's wrong with me looking out for an employee and keeping her company on her birthday? A lucky girl who grew up in a wealthy family like you wouldn't understand!
"If you want to talk about this, fine. Wait until I get back. But delete that comment right now! We can always wait another few days before retrieving his body. Where is your father going to go anyway? He's already dead!"
I clenched my fist and replied, "That won't be necessary."
By the time he returned, we would already be legally divorced.