I stared at the flickering cursor on my computer screen, my mind wandering from the spreadsheet I had to finish, when a bang broke the quiet rhythm of the office. Before I could answer, the door slammed open, and the delivery man walked in with a bright pink baker's box tied neatly with a white ribbon.
"Good afternoon, Emma!" This is for you! He announced cheerfully, attracting the attention of half the room.
Some colleagues looked at me with a knowing smile. Someone whispered, "How lucky you are," probably assuming Jake had sent me a sweet surprise.
I forced a smile as I accepted the box, though my stomach sank with trepidation. Jake never sent cakes to my office. Not because he didn't care; He just wasn't that kind of man. Practical. Reserved. Never spontaneous.
"Thank you," I murmured, setting the box down on my desk.
I waited until the delivery man left and the office noise returned to its usual buzz before lifting the lid.
The first thing that struck me was the aroma of the vanilla frosting. Then I saw the writing.
Carefully written in dark chocolate letters on the pink icing, there were four words that clouded my vision:
"I'm divorcing you."
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