Friend Stole My Husband, I Divorced & Stepped…

only a dim light in the bedroom. Before going to bed, I looked around the room again.

There was no suitcase, no jacket, no trace of him. I lay down, pulled the blanket over me, and closed my eyes. I no longer saw Mark’s image.

Just a very clear feeling. I had walked a very long road, and I had finally managed to get out of it. Tomorrow everything would continue reading …