- 2.
I walked to the nearest motel and crashed as
soon as my head hit the pillow.
I clocked in late at the law firm, groggy.
It was a big–name firm. Nick was the founder,
and I was just another lawyer.
As soon as I sat down, Chad, who sits next to
my cubicle, gave me this look of awe:
“Big boss called an all–hands today, and you
dare stroll in late, miss the whole thing.”
I forced a smile.
Nick never waited for me, let alone at some
stupid meeting.
It was always me waiting for him.
I wrapped up my work pretty quickly, and
opened up my computer to draft divorce
papers.
Nick just appeared out of nowhere.
“A wife who acts like anything but, dramatic,
and pulling some all–nighter stunt.”
I nodded, keeping my eyes on the screen, and
mumbled,
“Don’t worry, won’t happen again.”
Because there wasn’t going to be a next time.
Not after the divorce.
<
We’d each go our separate ways and back to
our own families.
Nick froze, like he wanted to spit something
nasty, but held back:
“Let’s grab dinner tonight.”
He hesitated, glanced at my screen, and
added:
“Since when do you take on divorce cases?”
I smiled, “I don’t ask where you were last
night, so maybe you can cut me some slack
too.”
He gave me this hard stare and shut his
mouth.
<
Right before I left for the day, I got a text
from Nick, a reservation at some fancy
restaurant.
I knew it was his way of making up for things.
I grabbed the divorce papers spewing from
the printer, shoved them in my bag, and
headed out for my date.
Walking out of the building, I ran right into
Summer Snow.
Nick’s famous side piece.
She just sauntered up to Nick’s car right in
front of my face.
Nick took off, then texted me.
Г
Telling me to wait for him at the firm.
I wasn’t about to. I went straight to the
restaurant.
I ordered all the expensive wine and food I
could find.
They made the best roasted pigeon. I ordered
two servings.
I always used to wait for him to dig in.
I grew to just starve, then binge.
Nick never showed.
But I didn’t care.
<
But I didn’t care.
I’d already waited five years, and he still didn’t
give a damn about me.
As long as he signs those papers, I could wait
another night.
He didn’t know the divorce papers were for
- us.
