The envelope was cream-colored and expensive—the kind my ex-husband Garrett used to say we could never afford. But it wasn’t a bill, or a warning, or another reminder of how broke I was.
It was a wedding invitation.
Garrett was marrying Tessa—the woman he left me for four years ago—and he wanted me there to watch him begin again. Inside was a handwritten note in the same neat script that had once written me love letters and later signed our divorce papers.
No hard feelings. The kids should see both their parents moving forward. Happy.
No hard feelings.
Not about the affair. Not about the divorce. Not about the way he took almost everything and left me with $700 a month, a shattered life, and weekends with my own children.
