Ring Off, Boss On
Our seventh wedding anniversary.
I sat at the dining table—alone.
My phone buzzed, lighting up with two messages.
First, from Tom: [Working late at the office tonight.]
Second, anonymous: [Tom is incredible. Can you even keep up?]
Attached was a picture of him, lips locked with a woman I didn't recognize.
I blew out the candles on the anniversary cake.
Eyes shut, I typed back:
[Let's divorce.]
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