Divorced By Mistake: My Ex-wife Becomes a CEO
I glance down at the letter, opening it carefully.
Meet me at Trattoria Rossi tonight at 9 PM.
—Your secret admirer
I blink, staring at the note. A secret admirer? Really? What is this, a romance novel?
Stevie, of course, is instantly curious. “Ooooh, what’s that?” she asks, peeking over my shoulder to read the letter. “A secret admirer? That’s so cliché it’s kinda cute.”
I shake my head, suspicion creeping in. "I don’t know… something feels off about this." My mind starts spinning through the possibilities, but nothing adds up. Who would send me something like this? And why now?