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course, there was the money. Lots and lots of money; and I loved having money.
    But all that changed about six months ago. Tyrone started spending more time at work and less time with me. "We are right in the middle of a major acquisition—one that will make us a much stronger company. I know you’re not happy about this, but once it’s a done deal, I promise to make it up to you, darling." He was right. I wasn’t happy about it, but I had no choice but to except it.
    I rolled along, finding new things to occupy my time. I even volunteered for this charity and that charity, but then Tyrone came home one day and said we needed to talk. I joined him in the living room, and sat down of the couch. Tyrone chose to stand.
    "What do you want to talk about?" I asked.
    "I want a divorce."
    Just like that.
    "What? What did you just say?" I asked, as the tears began to well in the corners of my eyes.
    "I want a divorce."
    Then Tyrone had the nerve to tell me that he had met somebody, and that he was in love with her. "Well, I didn’t just meet her. She’s an executive with the company we just acquired. We’ve been working very closely on the deal, and it just happened."
    I couldn’t believe my ears.
    "I know this is sudden, and I’m sorry," Tyrone said, and walked away.
    "That’s it?" I yelled through my tears. "You waltz in here and tell me that you met somebody and you want a divorce. What about me? What about how I feel?"
    "If it’s money you’re worried about, you know you’ll be taken care of. You’ll never have to worry about that," Tyrone said coldly, and left the house.
    Before we got married, Tyrone asked me to sign a prenuptial agreement, and I agreed, but that wasn’t the point. I loved and needed Tyrone, not his money.
    I ran to the door behind him. I wanted to stop him—try to talk him out of it. Even though I didn’t love him when we got married. I thought maybe it was for the money, but over the years, I had come to love and depend on him. I opened the door just in time to see him pulling out of the driveway, with some blonde in what was my spot.
    I slammed the door and ran upstairs. I threw myself across the bed and cried until I had no more tears. Once I had cried myself out, I fell asleep, praying that when I woke up, it would be morning, and this would have all been a bad dream. But when I woke, Tyrone wasn’t lying next to me, and I knew it was all too real.
    I spent the better part of the day crying and drinking. That day, I wanted to get drunk. I didn’t want to feel a thing. But after a while, when the bottle was empty, I began thinking about what I was gonna do. I didn’t really read the prenup before I signed it—a foolish move on my part. But when Tyrone said that he loved me, and would never even think about leaving me, I signed the paper.
    It was then that I decided I needed to get away for a while. So I called my travel agent and booked my trip. The rest of my life began that morning, and I was going to have to begin living it.
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Chapter Three
    Devin
    When the Captain made the call to board the ship, I got my gear and followed the other men onto the ship for a day of deep-sea fishing.
    As the ship headed out to sea, I took a moment to marvel at the fact that things had played out exactly the way I hoped they wouldn’t. As soon as we got to the hotel and checked into our room, Taye started trippin’.
    The bellman opened the door, brought in our bags, and put them down. "Will there be anything else?"
    "No, everything is fine," I said, and handed the guy a tip.
    Taye stood in the doorway. "This is totally unacceptable," she said, looking at the queen-sized bed.
    "What’s wrong, baby?"
    "The bed. I requested a king-sized bed."
    The bellman apologized and left the room promising to do what he could to rectify the situation. After thirty minutes, I wished that I had left the room with him. Taye spent all of that time complaining about everything: from the size of the room to the color