The Moment They Held Hands, Our Marriage Ended
The day my husband, Lucas Maxwell, helps his childhood sweetheart—Cecilia Brown, who has cancer—lose her virginity, I leave behind a divorce agreement and walk away.
Before I leave, I drop a comment beneath a photo of them on his social media. Their fingers are tightly interlocked in the photo.
"Let's get divorced. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness."
A minute later, he calls me. "How did I end up marrying someone as selfish as you, Fiona Sinclair? Do you really have the heart to let her die without leaving anything behind?"
I sneer, "You're no longer my husband. How is that my problem?"
That's when he panics.