Chapter 3

Fiona's POV

In the second year, I asked for a divorce.

It was no longer about moving out. It was about getting divorced.

There were plenty of reasons.

James never bothered with housework.

It wasn't that he couldn't do it. When he was single, he lived alone for three years and kept his stove cleaner than I ever could. But once we were married, he stopped altogether.

"You're home anyway, just do it," he'd say.

He'd bring coffee for his coworkers, help friends move, and even volunteer to wash dishes at company events. But as soon as he got home,…