She only wanted to show up looking unbothered, elegant, and impossible to pity. Instead, Nora walked into her ex-husband's wedding on the arm of a man the bride knew very well, and the entire celebration began to crack before the reception was half over.
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When my ex-husband invited me to his wedding, I laughed so hard I nearly dropped the envelope into my coffee.
He was still hilariously predictable.
This was exactly the kind of cruel, polished nonsense Adam loved.
The invitation was thick cream cardstock, expensive enough to feel smug. It mentioned that the theme was gold and the ceremony would be held at a vineyard two hours outside the city.
Black tie optional, which in Adam's language meant, "I will absolutely judge what you wear."
I was about to toss it onto the counter and forget it existed when I noticed the handwritten note at the bottom.
"Hope you can come alone. It would mean a lot to me."
That was the part that made me sit down.
Adam and I had been divorced for a year and a half. He'd cheated and then left me for the woman after six years of marriage.
He spent most of last year acting as if the biggest tragedy in our breakup was that I had not handled being discarded with more elegance.
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