She Chose Her Male Best Friend
Language: en
While my wife, Hathaway, was popping champagne with her male best friend at her company, I was dragging my suitcase out the door, leaving behind a signed divorce agreement. Before I left, I didn’t forget to post on Twitter: "I'm leaving. The space is all yours now." Half an hour later, my phone rang. It was her. "James, have you had enough of your little tantrums?!" I couldn't help but sneer. I don't want you anymore, Hathaway. I don't care who you sleep with. And yet, suddenly, she was the one panicking. 1. On my birthday, I drove Hathaway to work. Before she got out of the car, I…