Chapter 3

Five days before the wedding, Richard came home and said with a smile, "Honey, I double-checked the wedding schedule. Everything's good to go."

I smiled back. "Thanks for all your hard work."

He hugged me. "You won't regret marrying me."

I patted his back.

No regrets. Of course not. Because the one who ended up regretting wouldn't be me.

Once Richard was asleep, I stepped out onto the balcony and called Wendy Reed.

She was my old college roommate, now a family lawyer.

"Calling me at this hour? Something up?" Wendy's voice was sharp and alert.

"Divorce," I said.

"You…