His Fake Divorce, My Real Take

Summary

"Let's get a fake divorce."

Mark placed a document on the kitchen counter in front of me.

My hand, holding the knife I was using to chop vegetables, froze mid-air.

"We'll transfer the house to my mom's name for now. Once the new regulations pass, we'll remarry." His tone was casual, as if he were discussing what to have for dinner. "It's for the good of our family."

I just looked at him.

My husband of eight years, saying the word "divorce" without so much as blinking.

"I'll write up the agreement," he added. "All you have to do is sign."

I lowered my eyes to the papers.