I Fired My Ex Husband
Language: en
I was at a high school reunion dinner with my best friend, Lynn, when I snapped a quick photo of the table and sent it to my husband, Derek. He replied almost instantly. "Lynn’s there? Why didn’t you order the Nashville hot chicken tenders for her?" I typed back: "This is an upscale seafood bistro, Derek. They don't do deep-fried hot chicken here." Thirty minutes later, a DoorDash driver knocked on our private dining room door. He was holding a grease-spotted bag from that legendary hot chicken joint on the South Side. Inside was a piping-hot, double order of their signature extra-crispy…