No Way in Hell by Jordan Bates

Two years.
Who kisses someone and then doesn’t say anything for two years?
Greg Moran, that’s who.
That kiss might not have started it all, but it sure did change everything. I thought I was living a simple life, keeping to my friends, eating pickles with ice cream, drinking bourbon on the weekends, and taking naps after work. Looking back at it all now, it was anything but simple.
What happens in Vegas was supposed to stay there. But clearly, this time it wasn’t.
I married Greg Moran.
My best friend. My boss.
The man who I had loved for five years.
Two years of silence broke me though. It caused me to do something no sane woman in love would do.
I asked for a divorce.