18. Sean
SEAN
G abe left me sitting here in stunned silence.
I’m in deep shit. I still can’t believe that Lowri would own half of all the assets I acquire while we’re married if something goes wrong with the annulment.
I better call my yacht broker and postpone my purchase until after this marriage is undone. Otherwise, I could be gifting Lowri millions with a single signature on that contract. Don’t get me wrong, I like her considerably, but I wouldn’t give my best friend half a yacht.
What’s wrong with me? She wants the annulment as much as I do. It’s all going to work out. I’ll get through the next three months. If I make it easy for Lowri to stay, she should be okay with it. The plan Gabe laid out is sound. Time to execute.
Me: How about dinner at Prime Claw tonight?
Lowri: Are we celebrating the annulment?
Me: Not yet. Making progress. I’m in the mood for seafood. Does 8 work?
Lowri: Can we make it 8:30? I have a memo to write for work first. You can give me an update on the progress over dinner.
Me: Deal. Meet me at the restaurant.
Lowri: Okay.
What the hell am I going to tell her about the “progress”?
The even bigger question is, what am I going to do with a wife for the next three months?