After He Fed His Mistress My Pickles I Divorced Him

Synopsis

When I found myself back at the moment Dean handed the pickles to the widow next door, I immediately told him I wanted a divorce. He chuckled. "Are you serious? You want a divorce over a jar of pickles?" I looked at him calmly. "Yes, precisely because of this." =========================================== My mother-in-law, Valerie, specifically requested pulled pork with mashed vegetables, so I carefully prepared it. Just as I was about to bake it, I realized the chopped pickles were missing. An entire jar I'd painstakingly chopped despite my tendonitis, knowing that if she wasn't satisfied, it would once again lead to chaos in the house. Valerie had suffered a fall and afterward,