Husband Leaves Pregnant Wife for Influencer Until Parents Deliver Wedding Photo Gift
Evan tapped his fingers on the table, his silver watch clicking against the wood.
“You let yourself go, Savannah,” Evan said, looking past my shoulder toward the window. “We both know this marriage ended years ago, long before I packed my bags.”
“You left me on a nursery floor,” I said, keeping my voice low so the couple at the next table would not turn around.
He looked at his watch again, then picked up his leather briefcase.
“I have a meeting at eleven, and my lawyer is handling the rest,” he said, rising from his chair.
I sat alone at the table for ten minutes, watching the steam rise from my untouched water.
By one o’clock, I was sitting in the waiting room of the legal aid clinic on Grandview Avenue.
The yellow vinyl chair squeaked every time I shifted my weight to ease the pressure on my hips.
My hands held the blue manila folder containing our empty bank statements and the red-inked utility notices.
Karen, the secretary with the silver reading glasses resting on her chest, looked up from her computer screen.
