Chapter 9
Fleur
A week passed—and I didn’t hear from Adrien.
I hadn’t tried to submit the divorce paperwork again. I was too afraid I would be met with another rejection. And then I would have to confront him and have the same conversation I’d had a hundred times already.
I continued to work at the bar even though I wanted to cry on my apartment floor, but I had bills to pay now. I needed food and electricity and all the other essentials that I’d taken for granted when I’d married into wealth. That meant I was required to show up for my shift, regardless of the state of my mental health.
It was a quiet night at the bar. Some of the tables had occupants, but no one sat at the stools at the counter. I had no one to wait on, which meant no tips, which meant a smaller paycheck. A lot of p
