That spot in his car used to be mine. But ever since Anya came back, I found myself pushed out little by little. At first, I didn't want to give it up, but Cedric brushed me off, saying she was just a guest and that I was being unreasonable.
Looking back, I should've known then—I wasn't just losing the front seat. I was losing everything, too.
I turned my attention back to the lawyer, listening as she laid out the options. I asked her to draft a divorce agreement, and she seemed thorough, which helped me relax a bit.
Later that night, I went home and started packing after finalizing my resignation letter. Funny enough, after making up my mind to leave, I actually felt lighter—like I could finally breathe.
Then, my phone buzzed. It was a friend, sounding frantic. "Astrid, you've got to get over here! Josie got into a fight at the bar!"
My heart dropped. Josie Calloway was my best friend—bold and blunt, but she always kept it together. It wasn't like her to just lose it, so as soon as I got the address, I rushed downstairs to grab a cab.
When I arrived, I wasn't expecting to see who was there. Standing across from Josie were Cedric and Anya.