Our Ten Years End Here
The day Declan James filed for divorce again, the judge gave us one final thirty-day chance to reconcile.
Three years ago, when I first found out he was cheating, I smashed his car windshield, staked out his hotel, and even stood on the edge of a roof like a lunatic, screaming at him, "Who on earth is she?!"
But he refused to answer. He only repeated the same words.
"Harper, let's just get a divorce."
My parents told me I had lost my mind. My brother, Henry Sullivan, begged me to stop tormenting myself. Even my best friend, Emma Anderson, wrapped her arms around me with bloodshot eyes and pleaded.
"Stop digging, Harper. He's not worth destroying your life over."
However, I couldn't le