Divorce Me Once, Regret Forever

My husband—who had no idea he was congenitally sterile—made a grand public announcement that some college girl was carrying his child, bought her a mansion, and stayed by her side day and night.

As her due date approached, he came home with divorce papers. One dismissive glance in my direction. "Since you can't have children, stop clinging to the title. I'm giving Rowena and the baby a real family."

I looked at him, expression blank, and picked up a pen.

Then I turned and dialed my phone. "Mom. That man you mentioned. I'll meet him."