Friend Stole My Husband, I Divorced & Stepped…

figures it out.

Around noon, my phone vibrated. Mark’s name appeared on the screen. I let it ring to the end and then answered.

What the hell did you do? His voice on the other end sounded agitated. Gone was the calmness of the previous day.

My job, I replied. Are you crazy? Do you know what you’re doing?

I do, I said in a firm voice. And do you know what continue reading …