Drifting Apart With Time
There was no doubt—it was real.
Lester, usually calm and composed, was dumbstruck. He couldn't remember when they had even filed it.
Henry, standing nearby, gulped nervously and handed him a note from the cabinet. "Mr. Garrison, Mrs. Garrison left you a note."
Lester snatched the note. It read, "Lester, our story ends today. After this, we'll never meet again."
He was in disbelief. Never meet again? How could Natalie be so ruthless?
A wave of uncontrollable rage surged in him. Seven years together, and she had really let go—she had even secretly filed for divorce behind his back.