Mrs. Right

Legal Weapon

Jimin's schedule was emailed to me within a matter of seconds. I took time to compare Jimin's schedule to mine and I couldn't find an opening where we were both available except for Friday evenings. I would be willing to do tutoring sessions then, but surely he had better things to do on a Friday night than hang out with an old woman and learn English. I felt bad that I would have to break the news to him that his schedule and mine just did not click outside of our class time.

Exhausted and frustrated, I finished up my lesson plans and left for home. When I got to my apartment, there was a man knocking on my door.

"Excuse me. Can I help you?"

"Are you Adelaide Wright?"

"Yes."

"This is for you. You've been served."

He handed me a large envelope and left. I entered my apartment, set down my keys on the entry table, and opened the envelope. Divorce papers. My legs gave out from under me and I crumbled to the floor crying. I stayed there on the floor all night crying until the tears could no longer come.

The alarm on my phone woke me the next morning. I was stiff and sore from sleeping on the hard floor. I got up and walked to my bedroom. My cell phone was almost dead, so I plugged it in to charge it, took off my coat, and undressed to get ready for my shower. I took one look at myself in the bathroom mirror and realized I was a fucking mess. My eyes were swollen and puffy. My nose was red and raw. I had dark circles under my eyes, and my lips were chapped. It was going to take a miracle to make myself presentable for work today.

As I let the water from the shower run over me, my wedding ring got snagged in my tangled hair. My ring. I wanted to rip my fucking wedding ring off my finger and throw it into the Han. My ring. Fuck! I had to keep it on. I couldn't let the people at Hybe know that I was getting a divorce. Not that I wanted one, but my husband had made his position quite clear by refusing to engage in a conversation and then sending me that large envelope.

Shit. If they find out I am going to become single, I might not be allowed to work with BTS anymore. I love working with them.

I trudged through my morning routine like I was a robot on autopilot. I did my best to make myself presentable by piling on the makeup to conceal the condition of my face and intentionally wearing a bright-colored top to hide my true emotional state.

When I arrived at my office, I set up everything I would need for the day's lesson. I then somehow managed to keep myself busy by responding to emails and reviewing my assistant's work on projects to provide him with feedback. With a fake smile pasted on my face, I greeted Jimin and the others like it was any other day when they arrived for their lesson.

"Good morning! Let's get started."