The Perfect Divorce

Michelle Radley wrote the book on divorcing well. Eleven languages, ten stages, four million people a month, one problem: her own husband moved into the guest room six years ago and she can’t tell you which night it happened.Greg isn’t cruel. He didn’t cheat. He simply stopped explaining himself somewhere around year nineteen, and she was too busy building an empire on other people’s endings to notice her own.So Michelle does the reasonable thing. She’ll run her methodology on her own marriage. Then her producer finds out that America’s leading divorce expert is divorcing the man she’s been married to for twenty-five years, and suddenly there’s a camera crew in her kitchen and a country watching.Ten stages. Separate bedrooms, divided possessions, other people’s dinner dates, a ridiculous stand mixer neither of them will surrender. It’s supposed to be a demonstration.Greg agrees to all of it. Greg agrees to everything. That turns out to be the problem.Four million viewers can see exactly what’s happening. He orders her coffee without asking. She straightens his collar before every interview. They finish each other’s sentences on camera and call it cooperation.Michelle and Greg are the only two people on earth who haven’t figured it out.A laugh-out-loud, ache-in-your-chest romantic comedy about a marriage that didn’t end. It just stopped getting chosen.