On Our Anniversary, I Gifted Him Divorce Papers Novel – “Ms. Lancaster, you and your husband have been married for thirty years. You have a son, a daughter, and a darling grandson. With such a picture-perfect family, don’t you feel even a little reluctant?” The lawyer’s brows drew together slightly, hoping I might reconsider.
Happy? I couldn’t help but curl my lips into a cold smirk. Not long ago, I was in a car accident. The hospital had called Stephen Mortimer and the children repeatedly, but none of them answered. Not even once. When I finally woke from the coma, I saw that my daughter-in-law had forgotten to block me from her latest Instagram story. That was how I found out: while I had been lying in a hospital bed, they had all been at the Clarendon Court Hotel, throwing a banquet for Stephen’s first love, Eleanor Windsor, celebrating her sculpture’s award.
In the video, my grandson ran across the floor, and children’s laughter echoed in the background. Stephen, with his graying hair, held Eleanor in his arms, smiling with radiant joy. I sat in a daze the entire afternoon, finally realizing that this self-deceiving marriage should have ended long ago. “I’ve made up my mind.
Please prepare the divorce papers and the equity transfer contract.” I had decided, on the day of our thirtieth wedding anniversary, that I would give Stephen the biggest gift and also the final one. Congratulations. He no longer needed to sneak around with his first love.