Married Strangers
Language: en
Once I made up my mind to divorce Holly, I started keeping my distance. I made sure to stay completely out of her orbit. When she walked over to grab my hand in front of my coworkers, I instinctively pulled away. After work, her sleek black car was parked right outside my office building. I pretended it was invisible, practically throwing myself into the back of a passing cab just to escape. At the airport, a buddy of mine noticed my solo arrival and gave me a weird look. "Why didn't you ask your wife to pick you up?" he asked, chuckling. "Afraid she'll get too tired? Or just too whipped…