“Thank you,” he says as I streak past him to reach the foyer. I open the door for a sweaty messenger in a bicycle helmet who’s trotting down the hallway.

He passes me his phone and asks me to sign. I scribble my initials and greedily accept the envelope he’s brought us.

“Hey, I’ll take that,” Neil says from right behind me.

“Why? Are you going to mansplain the documents to me?”

“No, but—” He tries to take the envelope from me, but I duck under his arm and edge away.

That puts Neil in a pickle. The messenger is gazing hopefully at him. Neil lets me go and reaches for his wallet to tip the guy.

I’m not afraid to play dirty, so I slip farther way, heading into Neil’s generous living room.

“Hand it over,” he says, joining me a moment later. “I’d like to read it first. My name is on the envelope, isn’t it?”

“So? This mess belongs to both of us equally.” I’m eager for a solution, so I rip open the envelope and skim the cover letter. Dear Cornelius, enclosed please find a summary of divorce procedure, and… “Whoa!” I cry. “Your family wants us to sign a post-nuptial agreement? Is that like a prenup for people who were too stupid to sign it before they got hitched?”

“Basically,” he says with a sigh. “Charli, let me read it first.”

“Hell, no,” I say. “We’ll read together. The first page is an introduction to New York divorce law…” I skim the letter. There are several paths to divorce in New York, including a no-fault option. Depending on the path, a divorce could be accomplished in as few as twelve weeks, or it could take nine months. After you agree to the post-nuptial agreement, we will discuss your options…

“Twelve weeks,” I breathe. “Ouch.”

“That’s not that long,” Neil says from over my shoulder.

I’m still skimming. “It also says that the divorce will be on the public record.”

“So will the marriage,” Neil points out. “We know this already.”

This is upsetting, though, and I feel the urge to remind him again that we should have stayed in Vegas to try for an annulment. We might have been able to take care of this faster and more privately.

On the other hand, this whole mess would have been avoided if I weren’t a weak and stupid person. So I keep my silence and turn the page, where it says POST-NUPTIAL AGREEMENT in big letters.

That’s when Neil makes a sneak attack, reaching for the papers. I handily leap aside, just out of his reach. “If you want to take something from a professional athlete, you got to try a little harder than that.”

“Charli,” he says cautiously. “The appearance of that post-nup means my uncle is involved now. He probably put some ridiculous shit in there. I’d like to read it first.”

“Neil, I said I’d let you handle the divorce, but I didn’t say you could keep me out of the loop.”