The Wife Who Demanded A Split
Language: en
The notification pinged on my phone: New photos added to the family album. I tapped it idly, and there it was—a group photo from a corporate gala. I was sitting dead-center at the head table. The nameplate pinned to my chest was unmistakable: Beckett Pierce, Co-Founder. In my living room, several suitcases stood by the door, already packed and zipped shut. Less than three seconds after the photo uploaded, my mother-in-law’s name flashed on the screen. I answered. "Beckett! What the hell is this photo?!" Erica’s voice was a jagged blade of interrogation. I couldn’t help but smile. I’d kept…