"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. If someone has a taste for rotten cucumbers, let them have it."
I delivered that line without flinching, then picked up Poppy and walked out without looking back. The old couple's curses faded behind me.
I'd always known they didn't like me. That's why I'd bent over backward for them after marrying Kevin. But not anymore.
Since Kevin wasn't in town, I'd go to him myself.
I stopped by a law office first and picked up divorce papers, then caught a cab to Harbor City.
Using the photo from Kevin's mother, I headed straight for the hotel where they were meeting.
Inside the grand lobby, Adela stood in a wedding dress, about to exchange rings with her groom.
Kevin watched from the audience below, looking like half his soul had been ripped out.
His voice was thick with restrained longing. "Adela, I hope you'll be happy."
Adela's eyes glistened with tears.
One on the stage, one below—they looked like star-crossed lovers torn apart by fate.
I walked in from outside, stopped right in front of Kevin, and raised my voice. "Since you and Adela are so desperately in love, let me do you both a favor!"
"Kevin, let's get divorced!"
