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But instead of dissolving into tears, my wife's face doesn't change expression at all.

"All right, Maverick," Tallulah says, shrugging her shoulders. "If that's what you want we can go to the lawyer's tomorrow.”

CHAPTER 2

Tallulah

It was a DM that started it all.

Girl to girl, I think you ought to know what your husband is doing

Actually, 'girl to girl,' I absolutely did not, but I clicked the attachment anyway.

It looked like it had been taken with a camera phone, and in it was a blurry image of my tall, gorgeous husband Maverick Laurent bending down to kiss his bitchy, sour-faced, pain-in-the-ass coworker Amanda Miller.

It felt like I had been stabbed with a knife, first only a pinch of pain, then the agony curling like tendrils around my heart and squeezing it in a vice grip.

There was more, too.

Morepictures of them walking up to the office looking way closer than two platonic coworkers should. One picture from my helpful anonymous friend showing Maverick and Amanda just as the elevator closed, his big hand on her tight little ass, her arms around his neck.

My informant was obviously his legal firm's secretary, who had never liked Amanda.

So that's what 10 years together meant, did it?

I felt cold and frozen, numbly going through the motions with my pot roast dinner, greeting Maverick after work, giving the kids a bath and putting them to bed.

After he was asleep I got into his phone and checked it. Like a good little cheater, he had deleted all his text threads, but one little check into his Recently Deleted folder found a regular treasure trove of pictures of Amanda. She certainly had been busy, hadn't she? Naked pictures in almost every pose and configuration, with my husband presumably slobbering over all of them.

Then I checked his Snapchat account. The clever boy obviously was expecting them to be deleted, but it hadn't been quite long enough, and I saw plenty.

He didn't love me anymore.

He and Amanda had been secretly fucking formonths.

And not just fucking.

Helovedher. He wanted tobewith her.

Amanda clearly thought of me as some air head bimbo, but Maverick? He didn't seem to think of me at all except as the mother of his children and a deadweight. According to him, we had nothing in common anymore.

I put the phone carefully back down on his bedside table as he slept beside me, one big arm spread over the pillow, locks of thick dark hair falling in his face. He even looked gorgeous despite the huge, rattling chainsaw snores. Soon they’d be some other woman’s problem.

I got up and went into the shower. Even though it was late at night, I ran the shower as loudly as I could and I sobbed until my skin was pink and wrinkled with the heat and water.

Then I got back in bed beside my sleeping husband.

The next morning, I prepared Eggs Benedict for us and strawberry waffles for the kids.

Some women believe that silly old wives' tale that the way to a man's heart is through his stomachAmanda had texted, addingas if there aren't a thousand places to get brunch within a two-block radius of the office, so who even needs cooking skills anymore,to which brilliant insight Maverick had given a thumbs-up.

I ate my Eggs Benedict as usual, even though it tasted like nothing and my stomach revolted against me.

After he left, I dropped my two oldest, 7-year-old Gabriel and 5-year-old Seraphina off at school, then 2-year-old Emmylou at my dad's where my stepmom watched him.

Then it was time to figure out what exactly was in my prenup.

My TikTok channel A Bit of Ginger had been starting to gain in popularity when we got married, and my lawyer and business manager had insisted on me getting a prenup. I had barely noticed what was in it, because it was impossible for me to imagine that I would ever split with the man who loved me with such intense, focused devotion.

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