Prepare the divorce and ruin your husband by Mark Twain 16

 

Chapter 16 

My fingers tightened. “Public?” 

“As public as men like us get.” 

I hesitated, and before I could speak, Ryle looked up at me. 

“Go, Mommy,” he said softly. “I’ll be okay. Uncle Colt won’t let anything happen.” 

I swallowed hard. “Are you sure?” 

He nodded. “You don’t have to be scared anymore.” 

Colt watched us quietly and then said, “The people you hate will be there.” 

I lifted my head. “I’m ready.” 

That night, while fixing my dress, I opened my phone and saw it. 

Roxanne’s post. 

Her hand in David’s. A ring flashing like a lie. 

“Mrs. Vanderbilt, finally,” she wrote. “Forever.” 

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