I joined Ashley’s design team. Our new line was
a hit. We couldn’t keep up with the orders.
Ashley called me her lucky charm. I felt lucky.
Because of my background, I’d always believed
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women needed their own careers. But Mark was
old–fashioned. He wanted me at home. “You’re
my wife. I should provide for you. Why work so
hard? If you go to Seattle, we’ll be long
distance. Can you do that to me? Claire–Bear, I
can’t live without you. Just stay with me.” All
lies.
I shook my head, focusing on work. Then, Mark
appeared, looking haggard, suitcase in hand. I
frowned. “What are you doing here? We can
discuss the divorce over the phone.”
He laughed. “Claire, you changed your number!
How am I supposed to talk to you? You blocked
me on social media, too. Are you really that
eager to get rid of me?” I’d forgotten to tell
him about the new number.
“There’s always email.” I’d left him a note,
instructions to sign the papers and scan them.. I’d return to finalize everything.
He looked at me, exhausted. “Don’t be like this.
I was wrong about the attack. You were already in Seattle. You couldn’t have been involved.”
I shook my head. “You weren’t entirely wrong. I
did think about it. But then I decided against it.
I’m not going to stoop to her level. Besides, you
started all this, Mark. Sarah is to blame, too,
but you’re the one who created this mess.” I
hated the trope of the man disappearing while.
the two women fought. Mark was the root of
the problem.
He was taken aback by my bluntness. I sighed,
stepping closer. “If you’re not here about the
divorce, then be quiet.”
He gave a bitter smile. “Is that all you have to
say to me?”
I thought about it. “Actually, no.” I met his hopeful gaze. “Who told you I was here?”
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His face fell. “Who else but Ashley…”
Sometimes, knowing each other so well is a
curse.
now
Mark stayed in Seattle for a few days. I ignored him, focused on work. Ashley told me he’d gone
back.
