for divorce.
Zion didn’t fight me.
Three months later, my cousin called.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“For what?”
She hesitated.
“I have bad news and worse news.”
I closed my eyes.
“What’s the bad news?”
“Zion and Nadia are engaged.”
I wasn’t even surprised.
“Of course they are. What’s worse?”
“The story they’ve been telling everyone.”
Apparently, Zion and Nadia had created their own version of what happened.
According to them, they never intended to hurt me.
They had simply “fallen in love.”
They had “handled things badly.”
Then came