[Girl, you’ve got it good!]
One or two people even noted: [Hey, don’t these two look familiar? Aren’t they the brothers who married those best friends?]
But those comments were buried quickly under all the adoring replies.
Just then, Ellie sent me a screenshot of Winnie’s latest post with a simple, steady message: [Maisie, I don’t know why, but looking at this, I feel… nothing.]
[Two husbands for one wife. Since they’re so eager, let’s make it official for them.]
I took a deep breath.
[You’re right. This has nothing to do with us anymore. I’m calling a divorce lawyer. I’ve put up with this long enough.]
The lawyer worked fast, and by the next day, our divorce agreements were ready. I had the lawyer send copies to both Ross and Sean’s emails.
Two days passed, and neither of them responded.
The dull, grinding pain of waiting wore me down, and I finally lost patience.
[Have you seen the divorce papers?] I messaged Ross. [Please respond.]
The reply was yet another angry tirade.
[Haven’t you caused enough trouble? I’m telling you, the more you push, the less I want to come home. Stop trying to ‘test’ me!]
I didn’t respond, stunned by his sheer arrogance.