My jobless husband demanded I pay for his mom’s trip to Hawaii—or I’d be the one leaving this house. My MIL just laughed, saying, “You’ll have to pay.” So I threw the divorce papers at both of them and said, “Fine—let’s get a div

let’s make it official.”

Diane’s laughter vanished instantly. Marcus’s face drained of color so quickly it looked like someone had pulled a plug.

“You can’t be serious,” he whispered, suddenly sitting upright.

“Oh, I’m serious,” I said. “And before you start threatening me again—check the attachments.”

Marcus turned the page, scanned the bold headings,continue reading …