Zeyneb
My phone was blaring as I glared at the caller ID. It was Maybin calling me. I didn't answer, and then it dinged. He texted.
[ It's about our divorce. You want it? Answer,]he wrote in his message. He called again, and this time, I answered.
"What?" I growled. Maybin was refusing to sign the divorce documents. He was served long ago.
"Let's talk in person if you want me to sign the papers," he said.
"I'm not talking to you," I said sharply. I wanted nothing to do with him after what happened. He cheated on me with my close friend.
"Then I'm not signing the divorce papers, Zeyneb."
"Fine. Where do we meet?" I just wanted to get this over with.
"On neutral ground. You might kill me in your territory," he chuckled. I would
"Oh, you know me too well," I
