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Written in icing: “It’s Time to Get Divorced.”
Before I could even react, my phone rang again
The caller ID flashed, and it was Thomas. My hand was shaking as I answered. I didn’t know what to say. Was this his cruel way of breaking the news?
“Anna, thank God! Did you get the delivery? Please tell me you got the cake.” His voice was frantic, not like someone about to get a divorce.
“Thomas… I got a cake,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. “And it says…” I couldn’t bring myself to say the words.
“What? What does it say? There’s been a mix-up! It was supposed to be a surprise from me.”
My heart was pounding. “It says… ‘It’s Time to Get Divorced.’”
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