You Left Without Your Umbrella

Summary

After our eighteenth failed attempt at divorce, Mike suddenly stopped bringing it up altogether.

It was a stark contrast to how things had been before. Every single attempt prior had ended in absolute chaos. I had slit my wrists, stood on the ledge of our high-rise, and plastered photos of him and his personal assistant all over the corporate lobby. At a press conference, I had publicly torn Isla’s clothes off, leaving her with severe post-traumatic stress disorder.

He should have loathed me.