Too Late, Mr. Potts: You Lost Us Forever

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ing the dinner party, Brenda

ts or private equestrian lessons. Photos of the three of them began popping up frequently on prominent Manhattan society blogs. One

pression I had never witnessed during our entire marriage. He looked

carrying a dark blue leather folder. He walked into the

our divorce. Aurora will officially move in next month; Jaxon has already

cise: the title to the Manhattan penthouse was confirmed in my name, twenty million dollars had already been wired to my private account, a

the clauses concerning

word about children,

unborn child had been completel

nd, without a second of hesitation, signed m

the Hudson River. His shoulders were stiff, as if he were waiting for me to s

a soft click. He turned around, seemi

me to vacate the p

thrown off balance by m

can take your time. You have two weeks. After

. Complet

e, quickly replaced by his usual

this very maturely. Jillian, I

eater, I examined my profile in the full-length mirror. At four and a half months pregnant, my lower belly already had a di

the uncontested divorce petition and verified the division of assets. Throughout the entire twenty-minute hearing, Brendan

divorce decree, our two-year ma

urthouse into the crisp November air. Brendan turn

r drop you off where

ablishing a clear two-f

are legally divorced. From now on, I p

in midair, his eyes

ye, Br

toward the nearby subway entr

or my scheduled anatomy scan. The senior obstetrician spent forty-five minutes c

urning the screen toward me. "Her spine is aligned and strong, the cardiac chamber

not out of sadness, but from an ove

spital, I immediately

ys by even an hour, put the penthous

es ago!" Jackie replied excitedly. "The funds will hit your offshore ac

al acceptance letter from Har

five seconds before Jackie let

ou actually studied for the LSAT

A cage can lock up a bird, but it can't lock up a brain. I'm heading back to the p

your things and

st Side. The moment the private elevator opened and I st

th light. Brendan's black Mercedes keys

rom my private safe: my Harvard Law School acceptance packet, my officially certified LSAT s

ket carelessly discarded on the sofa. His eyes were bl

s bulged from the back of his hand all the way up to his wrist bone

better give me