Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
One more sleep until the long-anticipated wedding.
Rachel, my best friend, arrived from Edinburgh with my cousins. I had the Moet chilling in the fridge and the Grey Goose on standby.
I needed my friends more than ever before, craved their familiar presence as I prepared to turn my life upside.
As soon as the weekend was over, I would approach Rob for a divorce. It had been a long few weeks, but I was on the home run.
Bridezilla was staying at the venue tonight, thankfully. I was delighted she wasn’t my problem that evening. I had enough of my own already. At least Rob was staying at my brothers, so I was free of the awkwardness for the night.
A nervous excitement flickered then bubbled within.
Not about the wedding, but about what I knew was to follow.
Nerves about broaching him with my request, unsure of how he’d take it, how everyone would take it.
Excitement at the prospect of my impending freedom.
I spent the previous month weighing up my actual happiness, my future on the scales versus everyone else’s opinions. There would be a few raised eyebrows, but I was so mad about John Kelly, whatever I had to go through would be worth it. Was I setting myself up for an epic fall?
Possibly.
But I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t summon enough courage to at least try.