After Divorce, I Head for the Edge of the World
Language: en
The day I finally decided to divorce Tom Sinclair, I brought him a home-cooked meal in his executive suite, just like I always did. He took a bite, and his eyes immediately lit up. "This broth is incredible. Make it again tomorrow." I nodded slowly. "Sure. I'll write down the recipe for the housekeeper." Tom looked up, his brow furrowing slightly. "Do you have somewhere to be tomorrow?" "Tom, I want a divorce." My voice was completely flat. It was so terrifyingly calm that everyone, Tom included, assumed I was just throwing another one of my pathetic tantrums. But they had no idea. In…