Tessa spun around. Her smile froze, then cracked into annoyance. "Oliver? What the hell? Divorce?"
"You heard me."
Carter unwrapped his arms and crossed them, watching me like I was a circus clown.
"Is this about missing our date?" Tessa frowned. "I know I broke our plans, but you don't need to be dramatic." She softened into that practiced, spoiled whine. "Alright, don't be mad. We'll watch the next snowfall together. Okay?"
A month ago, that tone might have worked.
But the sight of Carter—combined with an anonymous email I'd received weeks earlier—turned my blood to ice. My fists clenched, leather gloves creaking.
"It doesn't matter. Watch it with whoever you want. I'm done."
A courier pulled up—I'd placed the rush order the moment I saw them together. The runner handed me a thick envelope. I signed the divorce agreement against my car hood and thrust it at her.
"Sign it."
Tessa snatched the papers and ripped them to shreds, throwing the confetti into the wind.
"You're insane! Why are you doing this? If you're unhappy, just say so!"
I pointed at the mound of snow behind her. "Because of that. The snowman you built with your own hands."