Her Glory
Language: en
Five years into our marriage, I told Caleb Cross I wanted a divorce. "Is this just because I gave the promotion to her instead of you?" he asked, his brow furrowed. But his attention was already back on the phone, his voice dropping to a murmur to soothe Leah Jones on the other end. "Yes," I said. "Fine." Without a second glance, he scrawled his name on the divorce papers I’d placed in front of him. "Let's see how many days you last before you come crawling back." From college sweethearts to husband and wife, we had been each other’s first and everything. He was so sure I couldn't live…