The Perfect Divorce (Perfect, #2)

by Jeneva Rose

I knew when I married Bob, I would divorce him one day, because men are like lawyers. They can’t be trusted.

Yeah, that is what they all say, but only once they get caught. They’re not sorry for what they’ve done. They’re sorry that you know what they’ve done.

I can barely even see him standing in front of me because he’s already a part of my past.

To me trust is like glass. Once you break it, you can’t put it back together—and even if you

tried, you’d end up cutting yourself in the process. So, you may as well just throw it away.

Parenthood is supposed to make you want to be a better person, or at the very least, make you think you’re a better person. Motherhood changed me just like I knew it would. But apparently, becoming a father did nothing for Bob. He didn’t only cheat on me. He cheated on our family. And he pretended to be something he’s not capable of being—decent.

Because, as I said, becoming a mother changed me, and I know they say people can’t change. They can though. At the core, we are who we are—but that doesn’t mean parts of us can’t soften or harden over time.

Money comes and goes, but time only goes. Not a lot of people realize that. When you give someone your

time, what you’re really giving them is a piece of you, and that’s why you have to be careful with it.

A view is only a view until you stop appreciating it, and eventually, we all do.

They say there’s no difference between a scorned woman and the devil himself, and I believe it—because I can’t tell which one I’m looking at.

Sometimes we have to see ourselves as the person we want to be before we can become that person.”