"You're being served." "I'm being what?" I asked him to repeat himself. I stuck my head further out in to the hallway expecting cameras or Calum or something to tell me this was a joke. "You're being served divorced papers from Mrs. Gabrielle M. Irwin." My jaw fell open and I could feel blood rush into my cheeks. When I could finally speak again, I almost shouted at the man. "Divorce papers!?"All Rights Reserved