“Marriage is just restricting your freedom! If it’s such a hassle, good boy, listen to me—just divorce her already!”
I sat frozen on the couch, staring at the mocking bouquet of roses.
They seemed to laugh at me.
My heart felt like it had a gaping hole, cold wind rushing through it.
With trembling hands, I picked up my phone and texted the only close friend I had in Oceanview City:
“I want a divorce. Can you help me?”
Her reply came instantly:
“Finally? About time. Do you want Jason Miller to walk away with nothing?”
“If so, you’d better have direct proof he cheated.”
Olivia Carter had been my best friend since college. After graduation, she moved to Oceanview City with me and started her own law firm from scratch.
