Lucas’s mom slapped her thighs.
“Idiot son! What’s there to think about?
Divorce that country bumpkin!”
She didn’t expect me to ask for a divorce,
and she sure as hell didn’t want her son
disagreeing with it.
Sunny stomped her foot, grinding her teeth.
She couldn’t believe that even with her faking
an assault, Lucas wouldn’t kick me to the
I wondered why he wouldn’t agree.
What was he up to?
Didn’t matter
The contract said it ended automatically.
I’d done my best those years.
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I gave blood, took insults, and I didn’t owe
them anything.
I didn’t pack. I just grabbed my ID and left.
In the living room, Lucas’s mom showed me a
divorce agreement, already signed.
“If you want to go, sign this.”
“And you’re not taking anything from my
family!”
She looked at me like I’d steal everything.
I laughed, looked at Lucas’s signature, and
said:
“Doesn’t he have anything to tell me?”
Lucas’s mom yelled.
“What? You think my son is sad to see you
go, you gold digger?”
I laughed inside.
Lucas mentioned a payout when the contract
ended if we didn’t renew.
But there was no money, or even a word.
I guessed the agreement was fake. Lucas’s
mom wanted to get rid of me.
I didn’t call her out. I signed it.
It was a fake marriage. I got what I wanted,
so I wouldn’t play anymore.
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I booked the next flight home.
My phone blew up. It was Lucas.
His voice was hoarse, like he’d been crying.
He asked:
“Riley, where are you?”
I checked my watch, and said:
“Lucas, the contract’s over. I signed the
divorce papers. What do you want?”
He was silent, then said:
“What divorce? I don’t know anything about it.
I don’t want a divorce. I want to renew. Come
back!”
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