Let’s Divorce, My Husband
Synopsis:
For twenty years, I’d been the invisible wife, the forgotten mother.
So when I saw a beautiful cake sitting on the kitchen table this morning–on my 45th birthday—my heart fluttered.
Maybe they finally remembered.
I reached for the knife, hands trembling, and sliced into it slowly, ready to taste with the fork halfway to my mouth when a sharp voice of my husband cut through the moment.
“What the hell are you doing, Trina?” Jackson snapped, storming in.
I froze.
He marched toward me and ripped the plate from my hands like I’d committed a crime.
“Why are you eating that?”
I blinked.
“I–I thought it was for me.”
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