or, the one we were supposed to grow old in, felt like a strange

s wr

pushed the door open and walked into a full-blown party. Industry people,

ere Nicole and Wesley, laughi

cond. She quickly excused herself and rush

aid, trying to sound cheerful. "

ked, my voice

"Wesley is just a work husband. You know how this in

tching us with a proprietary smirk. He

I was do

olded set of documents. I placed them on the count

e asked, her voic

rby to turn and look. "I had them drawn up a month ago. I

party-girl mask shattere

hed the papers and tore them in half, then in ha

"See, Nicole? He's trying to control you. Using divorce

paper on the floor. It didn'

I said, looking him dead

the stairs to pack my things. The music seemed to