I looked past Chester, straight at Glenda.
"After all, you two are the ones who were made for each other."
Her smile stiffened, but she kept that lofty composure in place.
"Chester, you should be more patient with Georgina lately."
"She did just have a miscarriage. It's only natural she'd be emotional."
Glenda's voice was soft, measured, playing peacemaker.
Every word a knife aimed straight at my chest.
"You can drop the gentle act. Your Chester and I are getting divorced."
I grabbed my bag and was halfway out the door when I remembered one more thing.
"I'll send you the divorce papers later."
The cold wind hit my face at the street corner, and all I felt was relief.
Back at the hotel, I was about to send Chester the agreement I'd already drafted when I saw his latest social media post.
A woman shot from behind, face tilted up toward a sky full of fireworks.
Five words for a caption: *Welcome home, the Fox heiress.*
I tapped the photo open. The background was the amusement park I'd been asking to go to for years.
When Chester and I first got together, he'd actually been decent to me.
He remembered what I liked to eat, planned every date down to the last detail.