Divorce could be quick.” I flinch—divorce is such an ugly word in our world. “He cheated on me less than twelve hours into our marriage. It hasn’t and won’t ever be consummated.” He clears his throat and taps his pen on the table. “Right. Okay. So we’ll proceed with the annulment, which is option two. We’ll cite it as fraudulent, since he entered the marriage without the intention of upholding fidelity.” I snort. “That’s a nice way of putting it. Is there an option three?” “Hire a hitman and dump the body in the river, but there’s a lot of loose ends there and it’s sort of a legal nightmare.” I smile at his horrible attempt at legal humor
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