04
That night, I was exhausted, but I got a call
from my best friend, Sarah.
“What is going on with Jake? He is so out of
line! Did you see his Instagram, he and that
little minx Tiffany are flaunting their love all over
the place!” she said. “You guys aren’t divorced,
he shouldn’t be doing that.”
I opened the app and saw Tiffany’s post. She
was wearing a Van Cleef & Arpels clover
necklace, holding the same red bag Jake’d
taken earlier.
The caption read, “Three years of pure joy!
Lucky to have you, Jake! #Anniversary.”
Anniversary? I thought.
く
Oh. It was our third wedding anniversary, wasn’t
it? I guess I forgot because we’d never really
celebrated them.
I finally answered her. “He doesn’t need to get
divorced, because we never got legally
married.”
“What?” Sarah screeched. “You’ve been married
three years, and he never got the license?” She
sounded like her head was about to explode.
Yeah, we had the wedding. But he’d found ways
to ditch getting the license seventeen times.
