After twenty years, he claimed he needed space and demanded a divorce. I signed without a word. Months later, as he celebrated his engagement to his secretary at our old vacation spot, I arrived unannounced. “Congratulations,” I said, handing him an envelope. His father’s will had a clause: divorce me, lose everything. His fiancée’s scream was priceless.
“I need space.” Three simple words that shattered twenty years of marriage on a Tuesday evening at Giovani’s, our favorite[…]
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