His Recipe, Their Ruin
or, the one we were supposed to grow old in, felt like a strange
s wr
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
/0/71874/coverorgin.jpg?v=ec15f5262b23f31092864f9e5eb887dd&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/98409/coverorgin.jpg?v=b9fdd388cffcaa17116539711ef45fa4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/78800/coverorgin.jpg?v=767bbf56f1262f093e5e6fb728879971&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/98760/coverorgin.jpg?v=b5587e60f2d631e37cd5167b05bbe374&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/79054/coverorgin.jpg?v=248fd387f8a7ef06a95d551925555a22&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/69834/coverorgin.jpg?v=fcc364f58e98a2ca005385db2508a9f0&imageMogr2/format/webp)