His Recipe, Their Ruin
or, the one we were supposed to grow old in, felt like a strange
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pushed the door open and walked into a full-blown party. Industry people,
ere Nicole and Wesley, laughi
cond. She quickly excused herself and rush
aid, trying to sound cheerful. "
ked, my voice
"Wesley is just a work husband. You know how this in
tching us with a proprietary smirk. He
I was do
olded set of documents. I placed them on the count
e asked, her voic
rby to turn and look. "I had them drawn up a month ago. I
party-girl mask shattere
hed the papers and tore them in half, then in ha
"See, Nicole? He's trying to control you. Using divorce
paper on the floor. It didn'
I said, looking him dead
the stairs to pack my things. The music seemed to
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