He Fed Her First, So I Fed Him Divorce Papers

Synopsis

At our engagement party, two hundred guests raised their glasses to wish us a lifetime of happiness. But my fiancé, Ryan Hawthorne, turned sideways, picked up shrimp from the plate, peeled them, and arranged them neatly in Nina Sterling's dish. "Nina hasn't had enough protein. You all go ahead. I'll finish peeling these for her." The room fell quiet. I looked down at the untouched lobster on my plate. The irony was that back when we were dating, he'd take the steak I couldn't chew and cut it into small pieces, saying, "From now on, you won't have to use any effort when I'm here." It turned out that tenderness didn't disappear. It transferred. I picked up his wine glass and gently dropped my engagement ring into it. "Mr. Hawthorne only has two hands. He can't peel for everyone. Don't force yourself to keep up this act." I stood, gave a slight bow to the two hundred guests, and said, "Apologies for the poor hospitality. The party is over."