Thirty Chances For One Kidney

Summary

In the seventh year of my marriage to Timothy Carmichael, the mahogany-paneled waiting room of my divorce attorney became my most frequented sanctuary. Thirty times in thirty days.

The final time was the day Lexi—Timothy’s adopted sister—turned up pregnant by some nameless fling, and Timothy, without missing a beat, publicly claimed the child was his.

When I demanded to know why he would do something so insanely destructive, he just rubbed the bridge of his nose, exhaling a breath heavy with manufactured exhaustion.