MY HUSBAND’S CAR WAS COMPLETELY COVERED IN WOMEN’S LINGERIE WHEN I WALKED OUTSIDE
“Everyone forgets that was me,” I said. “It’s becoming a theme. Come to my office this afternoon. Not Grant’s and mine — my law office. Bring everything. We’re going to sit down, two wronged people who happen to have complementary knowledge, and we’re going to figure out how you cleanly, legally extract yourself from a partnership with a man who betrayed you.
And while we’re at it, I’m going to figure out how I cleanly, legally extract myself from a marriage with the same man.
We have the same problem, Marcus. We might as well solve it together.”
Marcus exhaled like a man who’d been holding his breath for three weeks.
“You’re really not falling apart,” he said. “I thought you’d be — I don’t know. I’m falling apart.”
“I fell apart for about ninety seconds this morning,” I said. “Then I remembered who I am. I’m not the woman Grant thinks he married — the one who’d cry and forgive and stay. I’m the woman who reads the contract.
He forgot that.
