- 4.
I was thinking about reworking the divorce
papers.
I had been seeing Nick too much lately.
I sat down at my desk, trying to focus. Then
Nick called, telling me to come to his office
with some documents.
I figured I wouldn’t bring up the divorce.
Nick hated talking about personal stuff in his
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Especially me.
But then, Summer Snow was there.
Daddy’s little girl, some C–list celebrity
streamer.
She was sitting in Nick’s chair, putting on
makeup.
“Hey Lindsey!”
Summer’s eyes were filled with malice.
I just gave her a kind smile.
Birds of a feather flock together.
I put down the files, ready to split, but Nick
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“Lindsey, get my medicine.”
I glanced at Summer, and it clicked.
Nick was a delicate flower. He was allergic to
all kinds of things.
Including makeup.
So, I’d mostly just wear light makeup. If I
bought anything new, he’d accuse me:
“Don’t you give a damn about me?”
Eventually, it just became a habit to carry
around Nick’s allergy medicine, not makeup.
I actually had a pretty face, but I never
bothered with makeup anymore.
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“I don’t have it.”
I said, staring at Summer’s makeup collection.
Not because I wanted to copy her.
But all that crap would give Nick an allergic reaction.
After the divorce, I could use whatever I
wanted.
Nick’s eyes flashed with panic. He couldn’t
believe it:
“What are you talking about? You know about
my allergies…”
Summer batted her eyes and piled on:
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“Lindsey, that’s not right. You should care
about Nick’s health.”
Nick just shut his mouth, maybe knowing he couldn’t push me too far.
I just forgot his medicine. I wasn’t the reason he was going to have an allergic reaction.
“I’ll drive you home so you can get it.”
As soon as the words came out, Nick froze.
He was the one who needed the medicine,
driving me home made no sense.
“Go home, I have plans for lunch.”
Which was true.
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Chad, the lawyer next to my cubicle, was the
best at handling divorce cases other than
Nick.
If I was going to rework the divorce papers, I needed to ask him for some advice.
I wasn’t about to let Nick help me with my divorce.
