Part 15 – The Book Three years later. The cardboard box arrived on a rainy Thursday morning. It wasn’t very large. Just heavy enough that I had to use both … Continue reading Part 5 : My husband texted me that he was stuck at work, while kissing his pregnant mistress two tables away from me. I was about to smash a wine glass in his face, until a stranger whispered to me that the worst was just about to begin. My phone vibrated on the white tablecloth. “Happy second anniversary, baby,” his message read. I looked up, and Alex had his hand on the back of another woman’s neck
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