Angelina in shock when she received the divorce papers from brodie😱

Angelina in shock when she received the divorce papers from brodie😱 

"The Papers"

Angelina stood in her kitchen, barefoot, holding a half-empty mug of chamomile tea. It was a quiet Tuesday morning—the kind that smelled like rain and fresh starts. She was scrolling through her phone, waiting for her sourdough toast to pop, when the doorbell rang.

Odd.

No one ever showed up unannounced. Not since the baby shower two years ago. Not since Brodie started traveling more. Not since—

She opened the door.

A courier, emotionless in a navy windbreaker, handed her a thin manila envelope. “For Angelina Moore,” he said with practiced detachment.

She signed without thinking, still half-asleep, her brain filing it under “work stuff” or “wedding invite.” But when she closed the door and peeled it open—

She froze.

“Petition for Dissolution of Marriage.”

Her name.
Brodie’s name.
The date filed: last week.

No warning. No late-night argument. No cold war over dinner. Just… this?

The mug slipped from her hand, shattering across the tile.

She stumbled backward, paper trembling in her grip. Her throat tightened. Her brain scrambled for answers—Why? Had she missed a sign? Was there someone else? Was this a prank?

She snatched her phone and dialed him. Straight to voicemail. Again. Again.

Then a text pinged.

Brodie: "I’m sorry you had to find out this way. But it’s better for both of us. We’ve both known for a while."

We’ve both known?
She stared at the words, chest heaving, mind racing.

No, she didn’t know. She didn’t see this coming. They just picked out new patio furniture last month. He kissed her forehead every morning. Didn’t he?

The toast popped.

She didn’t move.

The sun streamed in through the kitchen window like nothing had changed. But Angelina? Everything had.

And she was about to find out who she really was without Brodie.