Divorce Over a Bow on a Coat Chapter 02

Divorce Over a Bow on a Coat Chapter 02

“Odessa, I wasn’t going to tell you, but… now it’s come to this.”

“I don’t have much time. The only thing I want is to see you and Walker happy together.”

“I know how well he’s treated you all these years. Knowing he’s there to take care of you… I can rest easy.”

His voice grew thick with emotion, shaking by the time he finished.

I stood there and watched him, my expression a mask.

“I can’t grant that wish. My lawyer is sending the papers to Walker tomorrow.”

“Do you have to destroy this family?”

My father raised his hand as if to strike me again, but let it fall.

He clutched his chest. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he rasped.

“Then die today.”

I shot him a cold look, snapped my suitcase shut, and walked out.

I found a lawyer and pushed to get the divorce finalized as quickly as possible.

Then someone posted a video of the birthday party on TikTok—the moment I announced the divorce.

“What is wrong with this woman? She’s jealous of her own kid.”

“Seriously. It was just a bow.”

“She’s one of those moms who can’t stand her daughter getting attention from her husband.”

“That poor kid, having a mother like that.”

The internet turned on me.

A few brave souls tried to defend me.

“Don’t rush to judge. We don’t know what’s happening in her family.”

“Maybe the husband isn’t who he seems.”
“I’ve seen guys like that. Perfect husband in public, but behind closed doors, he treats his family like staff.”

Those voices were quickly drowned out.

Because Walker immediately posted a response on Instagram.

The video was a tour of our life.

Our house in Nashville. The perfectly manicured lawn.

The camera panned across my shoes and clothes—coats worth thousands, even tens of thousands, of dollars.

My walk-in closet was filled with Hermès Birkin bags, the most expensive one worth over a hundred thousand dollars.

He showed photos of us from our college days at Vanderbilt, old letters we’d written to each other.

He even posted screenshots of our iMessage history.

They were filled with messages showing his constant concern for me.

At the end, his voice broke.

“Please, just tell me what I did wrong to make Odessa so angry.”

“I can’t live without her. Please… help me win her back.”

The video went viral, and the backlash intensified.

“Dude, you’re a saint. They have a chef and a housekeeper, but you still make her breakfast every morning because she only likes your sunny-side-up eggs?”

“Don’t overthink it. She’s definitely cheating. The bow is just an excuse.”

“I can’t believe I defended her. She’s using her own daughter to cover up her affair. Someone should run her over.”

Before long, I was doxxed. My address, my phone number—all of it.

My phone blew up with hateful messages.

The calls were relentless, day and night.

If I answered, it was either terrifying sound effects or a stranger telling me to go die.