Our Divorce Began with His Elopement
Every year, my husband, Daniel Trahan, elopes with his childhood sweetheart, Callie Reed, on our wedding anniversary.
On that day, they do everything that a loving couple does.
On our fifth year anniversary, Daniel ordered me to put on a maid's outfit and serve them on hand and foot for 24 hours.
"You've always wanted me to spend more time with you, right? I'm giving you a chance right now. Tomorrow, I'll come home and have one meal with you.
"By the way, Callie's lower back hurts. You'll have to support her whenever she needs you."
I complete all of my tasks obediently. When we meet up the next day, I hand him a divorce agreement.
Daniel scoffs at the sight. Then, he drops his signature casually.
"Oh? Are you playing hard to get again? Every time, you'll end up begging me to return to you while crying like an abandoned pet. If you're that eager to let everyone see how big a doormat you are, I shall grant your wish.
"When you come crawling back to me this time, I'll stream the whole thing live so that everyone can see how spineless you are."
Daniel thinks I'm throwing another tantrum this time. What he doesn't know is that the day of his elopement with Callie is also the day I get to go on my private date.
Now, that lover of mine demands a proper title from me.