The marriage she had tried so hard to protect shattered at that moment. She could finally see the truth, and she decided to walk away for good.
She looked at her lawyer. “I’m not changing my mind. And Oliver will probably be happy.”
She knew Oliver didn’t love her. But she had loved him since she was a little girl, so she had jumped at the idea of being his wife. But he didn’t see her as his wife, she was nothing to him. So for their wedding anniversary, she would give him the gift he wanted most… divorce.
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Oliver hated messes, especially the ones made from cooking.
Madelynn could still remember the fuss he had made years ago when he came home to find her in the kitchen. “Why don’t you let the professionals handle that instead of turning my house into a pigsty!?”
So she was very surprised when she walked into the house that evening and found him bent over the stove. She knew there could only be one reason… Cecelia.
“There wasn’t much to do at the office today, so why are you late? Only prostitutes get home at such late hours of the night, Madelynn.”
“We had interns today, remember? Someone had to show them around since you bailed.” She said tiredly, ignoring his other comment.