I Brought One Envelope to My Ex-Husband’s Wedding

name.

I walked straight up.

No speech.

No scene.

Just the envelope.

“For you,” I said.

Grant looked down at it, amused. “What is this?”

“Open it.”

Vivian started in immediately. “Claire, don’t make a spectacle.”

I looked at her. “Then maybe don’t watch.”

A few people laughed into their drinks. Small. Mean. Useful.

Grant slid a finger under the seal.

Pulled out continue reading …