She Chose Her Male Best Friend

While my wife, Hathaway, was popping champagne with her male best friend at her company, I was dragging my suitcase out the door, leaving behind a signed divorce agreement.

Before I left, I didn’t forget to post on Twitter: "I'm leaving. The space is all yours now."

Half an hour later, my phone rang. It was her. "James, have you had enough of your little tantrums?!"

I couldn't help but sneer. I don't want you anymore, Hathaway. I don't care who you sleep with.

And yet, suddenly, she was the one panicking.

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