Friend Stole My Husband, I Divorced & Stepped…

from me, stroking the sleeve of my husband’s jacket as if it were a natural gesture ingrained by habit. I turned to the second page, then the third.

The clauses were still impeccable. Mark’s lawyer was undoubtedly a professional, except he didn’t know everything. Or maybe he knew and had intentionally omitted it.

I left the papers on the table. “I’m continue reading …