Chasing Caitlyn Broken Girl

yes, darling. Keep clicking those buttons. You’re giving me what I want. How kind of you to build my case for me. Not that I really need this additional indiscretion. I’ll have our divorce papers sent to you very soon. He could pretend he was working hard, but I knew Jeremy. Maybe he was answering a few work texts, but the ones where his eyes brightened, bringing out his devilish grin, were not work. It was her. I say her like there is just one. One woman is never enough for Jeremy. Jeremy likes the chase. I was the last one…the one he finally caught. The one he decided was worthy of him. I was enough of a trophy to marry. Jeremy sat on his monstrous leather chair while I chose a loveseat across from him. Love seat…far from one. When Jeremy proposed to me, he told me he found his ideal wife. With me, his dream life would come true. I now wonder which meant more to him. The penthouse we lived in was larger than most people’s houses. Centered in the financial district of Los Angeles, Jeremy insisted it was the perfect home for us. It was lavish and excessive in my opinion. The view of the high-rise buildings, with their scattering of lit windows, irritated me