She Traded Her King For Trash

Summary

The Sydney sun was a warm, heavy blanket on my shoulders, the kind of heat that seeps into your bones and makes you forget the cold.

My phone suddenly erupted on the table, the screen lighting up with a barrage of voicemails. They were all from my ex-wife.

When I finally played one, her voice trembled violently against the static. She was frantic, saying she and her perfect first love had run into a wall at the County Clerk's office while trying to get their marriage license. The clerk had taken one look at the system and informed her that her golden boy was already married in Australia.