My husband called and told me he wants a divorce. He said that I can only talk to his lawyer. So, I went to meet his lawyer. When I said, ‘Yes, I am the wife,’ the lawyer started shaking.

The call came while I was folding laundry, as if he’d chosen the most ordinary moment to drop a bomb.

“Nora, I want a divorce.” My husband, Caleb Vaughn, sounded eerily composed—like he’d practiced the line beforehand.

I froze. “What? Caleb, what are you talking about?”

“I’ve already set things in motion,” he said evenly. “Let’s not drag this out. From now on, you speak to my attorney.”