My husband demanded a divorce after coming home drunk—but instead of breaking down, I calmly finished breakfast, packed my life on my terms, and left him with silence and cinnamon rolls.

there anymore.

“Ash, please let me explain.”

“There’s nothing to explain. You asked for a divorce, and you’re getting one. The papers have been filed. You’ve been served. And Megan Ashford has been served, too.”

“Served for what?”

“Alienation of affection. It’s a real law in North Carolina. Look it up.”

I got in my car and drove away.

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