Divorcing The Star: My Spectacular Comeback

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lvet of my daughter's d

ernous silence of St. Trinity Church. She fidgeted in the

ws of somber, black-cl

was. My

eam manager, his broad shoulders set in a line of perfect composure. He was a star player for the N

icker of acknowledgment, a sig

hat held no recognition. As if I were a stranger. As

seeped into my che

to New York, Jared's indifference had be

randmother's funeral washing over us. I took Zoe's small, c

guests. Pity. Curiosity. A glint of satisfaction

de door cr

r and a dress that clung to her

al Se

e through the pews. The

elaxed, went rigid. A crack final

him. Her blue eyes welled with tears, her expression one of

n Jared

Not toward his

ed tow

d on the small of her back. He drew her into a protective embrace,

o slush. That gesture. The way

to do th

r first year of marriage, when the pressure of being a Montgomery had me

hought coiled

e calling

he always looking

c. I squeezed Zoe's hand, anc

her grip and looked up at me, her wide, worr

h. Not here. I would

egan to file out, but the press surg

ht. Nearly every lens was aimed at Jared

her from the cameras, his face

ur relationship with Miss S

oughts on her ret

ned his hold on Crystal and ste

e reporter

gal wife, stood with our dau

swung his camera toward me. The flash wa

pulling Zoe closer, shield

them. The sharks had foun

e, the abandoned wife,

the wh

e's about

did she expect, marry

I would not give them the

through the gauntlet of pitying, judging, and m

a shock, clearing some

y speed away, carrying him and

my arms. Her eyes, a mirror of my own

cold and sharp as a shard of ice