“By the way, just for your information, Hank and I will be registering our marriage on the coming Valentine’s Day.”

Liberty was still remarkably calm. “Congratulations, Ms. Yates.”

Congratulations on jumping into the pit of mud that was the Brown family.

“It’s the weekend today and I just woke up to a handmade breakfast by Hank. I heard you were married for more than three years, but you were always the one cooking for Hank. You had probably never tasted his cooking before.”

Liberty had had enough of Jessica’s provocation so she cut the call off.

“Liberty, was that the Yates woman?”

“Yeah. She’s insane. I divorced Hank and let them be together, but she still called to brazenly ask me if she could add me as a friend on social media. She must’ve wanted to flaunt her daily dose of lovey-doveyness with Hank to piss me off.

“What’s there to be upset about anyway? We’re already divorced, so what is Hank to me now? He’s just an ex-husband.”

As for Hank prepping breakfast for Jessica,