Seconds before boarding my flight, I posted one final announcement: “I’m divorcing my husband, effective today.” At that exact moment, my CEO husband was at the hospital beside his mistress as she gave birth to his child. His call came instantly – Welcome

the Tesla rolled into her driveway.

A few minutes later, Monica appeared carrying her charging cable.

Yoga pants.

Slippers.

Completely relaxed.

She walked toward my garage as though the outlet belonged to her.

Then she noticed the gnome.

She stopped.

“What in the world?”

She stared at it.

My gnome.

Her terrible blue paint job.

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