Three Years of Marriage. Done Pretending.

Synopsis

She pulled out her phone and opened the chat with "Mr. Campbell" again. The last message was from three days ago. Grace: [Are you coming home for dinner tonight? I made your favorite steamed bass.] Mr. Campbell: [Working late] Just two words. He couldn't even bother to add a period. It had been three days since he'd come home, called, or even sent a single message. And now, she was here because his assistant had accidentally sent her the wrong file. That file was sitting in her bag, a divorce agreement. The husband's section was already signed by Matthew, dated a month ago. So he'd been planning this all along. For some reason, the file that was meant for the lawyer had ended up in her inbox by accident. Grace lowered her gaze, a mocking smile curling at her lips. Three years of marriage, and she'd thought that if she just tried hard enough, if she behaved, if she was thoughtful, she could eventually melt that heart of stone. But she was wrong. Some people were heartless to begin with.