“Happy anniversary,” I said.
Daniel’s face emptied in an instant.
He looked like every thought had fled at once.
“Mercy? What are you doing here?”
“I came to surprise you on our anniversary. Looks like I am the one who has been surprised,” I said calmly.
The other woman looked between us.
Her expression shifted from amusement to confusion to understanding.
“Oh,” she said. Then, with astonishing casualness, “So this is the wife you’re about to divorce. Have you given her the papers yet?”
I think Daniel said my name again. I am not sure.
That sentence had hit me like a bomb, demolishing our marriage in one sweep.
She not only knew I existed, but they were already talking about our divorce.
I felt like a fool. I was excited for an anniversary celebration while Daniel was bracing himself to hand me divorce papers.
He had papers. Not just an affair or a pregnancy. A plan.
