De Pro-Techie
Well-rounded Techie
Ring Off, Boss On Novel Synopsis
Our seventh wedding anniversary. I sat at the dining table—alone. My phone buzzed, lighting up with two messages.
First, from Tom: [Working late at the office tonight.] Second, anonymous: [Tom is incredible.
Can you even keep up?] Attached was a picture of him, lips locked with a woman I didn't recognize.
I blew out the candles on the anniversary cake. Eyes shut, I typed back: [Let's divorce.]
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