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My husband, Ethan, was being transferred to Paris for three years. His company offered three family travel slots. I'd gotten everything ready. Then he hit me with his decision. "Spots are limited. Rae's going this time." "You're pr3gn^nt. Paris would be tough on you." "I need you to stay home. The trees Rae and I planted need watering every day." Rae was his childhood best friend. Five years of marriage suddenly felt like a cruel joke. I didn't yell. I stayed calm. Instead, I prepared two surprises for him. One was a divorce petition. The other was paperwork for a medical procedure. I couldn't wait to see his face when he opened my gifts. My husband, Ethan Grant, was getting posted to Paris for a three-year work assignment. His company offered a rare perk: he could bring up to three people with him. As his wife, I'd gotten everything sorted well in advance. But two days before their departure, he finally told me his decision. "Spots are limited. Rae's going this time. My parents love having her around." "You're expecting, and I think staying home would be easier right now. Besides, someone needs to keep an eye on the house and take care of the trees while we're gone." "Three years will go by fast. Just wait for us to get back, okay?" The Rae he meant was his childhood best friend. A cold heaviness settled in my ch3st. Five years of marriage suddenly felt painfully small compared with the place she'd always held in his life. I didn't yell. I didn't start a fight. I stayed completely calm. I simply slipped two sets of personal paperwork inside Ethan's suitcase. One of them was my divorce petition. If he no longer valued our marriage, I wasn't going to keep holding it together alone. ... I'd had an exhausting morning, so I stayed in bed to rest. Ethan walked into the bedroom with his eyes glued to his phone, barely glancing my way. "My parents are coming over. Rae's coming too. Make extra food for dinner." It wasn't really a request. H
