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\u201cWait-are you seriously divorcing me over cilantro in your tacos last week?!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Edward stared at me, and let out a weary laugh.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I zipped up my suitcase without even looking at him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYep. That\u2019s why.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He tossed his coat on the hook and ran his hand through his hair.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBabe, come on. I was slammed at work. I just spaced-it was an accident.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Then he moved closer, arms out like he was going in for a hug.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cLet me make it right. Flowers? That bag you\u2019ve been wanting? Or that necklace you showed me?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seven years married, and he\u2019d always been good at throwing money at problems.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was so sure I\u2019d never actually walk out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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I took a step back and met his eyes, dead calm.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re done. Papers are on the table. Sign them.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
If after seven years the guy still can\u2019t remember I\u2019m allergic to cilantro, I\u2019m NOT sticking around.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Edward\u2019s face shifted into that look-the patient, indulgent one I\u2019d seen a thousand times.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He moved closer.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBabe, I was slammed at work. Totally slipped my mind. Won\u2019t happen again.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His voice had that same warmth it always did, the kind that made me fall for him in the first place.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seven years married.\u00a0<\/p>\n
We\u2019d built everything together-his company, this house, the whole life. I\u2019d really believed it would last.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Except his warmth wasn\u2019t just mine anymore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I tightened my grip on the suitcase and stepped around him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re done, Papers are on the counter.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhitney!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He grabbed my wrist.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on. I messed up-let me fix it. Flowers? That necklace you wanted?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He sounded sorry, but there was something underneath-that easy confidence, like he knew I\u2019d cave.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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He pulled me closer. \u201cBabe, you\u2019re really acting like a kid right now.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I yanked my arm free so violently he stumbled back a step.\u00a0<\/p>\n
For a second, we just looked at each other.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He genuinely thought I was just being dramatic.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I met his eyes. \u201cI don\u2019t like roses. I never have. I like lisianthus.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His expression faltered. He went stiff. \u201cWhitney, listen-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
A beep from the front door interrupted him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ruby walked in. Edward\u2019s assistant.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She looked startled for half a second, then her gaze landed on my suitcase.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Something cold flickered across her face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOh-Mrs. Smith, you going somewhere?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her tone was light, almost cheerful.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t worry, I\u2019ll take care of Mr. Smith while you\u2019re gone.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I laughed under my breath and glanced at him.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThere she is. The one who likes roses. And cilantro.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
With that, I yanked my arm free and headed for the door.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ruby didn\u2019t move. She stood there in the doorway, blocking my way out. Half her face was in shadow.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her voice went soft, dripping with false sympathy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Smith, Boss mentioned the cilantro incident that morning before his Paris trip. Is that really what\u2019s bothering you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
She blinked, playing innocent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cBoss and I grab lunch together pretty often, and I always get extra cilantro-he probably just got confused. It\u2019s really such a tiny thing. If it\u2019s actually affecting your marriage, I can apologize.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But walking out like this? Oh, Mr. Smith\u2019s been working himself to exhaustion, and honestly, dramatics like this just make things harder on\u00a0<\/p>\n
him-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
SLAP!\u00a0<\/p>\n
My hand cut her off mid-sentence.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Edward lunged forward.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhitney! What the hell? This is between us-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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I laughed coldly and slapped him too.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He froze.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I\u2019d put everything I had into those slaps.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Their faces were already bright red, handprints rising on their skin.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I met Edward\u2019s stunned gaze head-on.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cThis house is ours-marital property. Who the hell said you could give some random woman access to our front door?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He stammered. \u201cRuby\u2019s always dropping off files-I just thought it\u2019d be easier if-\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cRuby,\u201d I cut him off with a laugh.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cHow sweet. That\u2019s what you call your assistant?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I shook\u00a0<\/p>\n
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head.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve been running a company for years, Edward. Don\u2019t stand there and tell me you didn\u2019t hear every word she just said to me. You two want to play house at the office? Fine.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But you bring that into MY HOME? You know DAMN WELL I DON\u2019T put up with this!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
I turned on Ruby, who was still clutching her cheek.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve been his assistant for six months and you\u2019re already acting like you live here?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Honey, having his door code doesn\u2019t make you his wife.\u00a0<\/p>\n
It makes you THE HELP with delusions.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd those little posts you\u2019ve been making-set to private so only I can see them, right?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Can\u2019t figure out your own work, but instead of asking literally ANYONE else, you run crying to a MARRIED man?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Show up every day with your homemade lunches like you\u2019re auditioning to be his wife?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Screw up a project and make him pull all-nighters fixing YOUR mistakes?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Is that in your job description-playing housewife and posting \u2018Mr. Smith is amazing like some lovesick teenager?\u00a0<\/p>\n
I shook my head and let out a helpless laugh.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo what exactly were you bragging about? That my husband forgot I\u2019m allergic to cilantro because he\u2019s thinking about you? Or that all your desperate flirting is finally paying off?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhitney!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Edward\u2019s voice came out harsh and raw\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is wrong with you?! You\u2019re twisting everything! She\u2019s new-I\u2019m SUPPOSED to mentor her. That\u2019s exactly what I did when YOU started out?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ruby\u2019s eyes welled up, those perfectly curled lashes fluttering.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Her soft little sobs filled the quiet house.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I was done.\u00a0<\/p>\n
What was the point?\u00a0<\/p>\n
You can\u2019t reason with people who refuse to see what\u2019s right in front of them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I looked Edward dead in the eye.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cSo that\u2019s how you \u2018mentor all the new hires? Mentor them so well you forget your wife of seven years is severely allergic to cilantro? That she\u2019s never once liked roses?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Edward went still.\u00a0<\/p>\n
I gave him one last cold smile, shoved past Ruby, and walked out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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