Oh, sure, it started out as a fairy-tale romance, but things got hairy in short order once the vows were said.

Maybe it was her morning breath. He’d thought maybe it would go away when they first got together, but one whirlwind courtship and a Caribbean honeymoon later, those rose-red lips still emitted the smell of Satan’s ass until she’d had her first cup of coffee.

Or maybe it was the sex. His little kink was cute in the beginning, but now his thing about her pretending to be sleeping or dead when they had sex—well, it got old quick. Then again, he’d never fully accepted that all those guys she was keeping house with when he met her were just “friends.” Somehow, that was always in the back of his mind.

Maybe it was her stepmother, a nasty old witch of a control freak whose cooking sickened both of them.

The point was, it usually doesn’t take just one thing to break up a marriage. More often, it’s an accumulation of little irritations, little disrespects. Little mistrusts, chipping away at the relationship until what seemed perfect and beautiful just a couple years ago is revealed to be a façade, an empty shell.

Snow White and Prince Charming’s divorce took place quietly, in the kingdom court. He kept the cottage, she kept the castle. Maybe that was for the best.

Neither wanted custody of the dwarves.

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