A month after our divorce cooling-off period, on the day we were supposed to finalize the paperwork, Zachary Mann was, unsurprisingly, late again.

Coincidentally, that day also marked the anniversary of our first meeting.

I waited for him outside the courthouse for what seemed like an eternity before he called me, his voice tinged with guilt.

He said something urgent had come up and he might be a bit late.

I understood all too well.

"What could possibly be more important than finalizing our divorce, Zachary?"

Zachary’s tone grew irritable and dismissive. "Of course, there’s a crisis with the project. We’re getting divorced, Kay. Stop making a fuss!"

This time,...