Friend Stole My Husband, I Divorced & Stepped…

and sat across from her.

There was a silence of several seconds. The waiter came over. I ordered a glass of water.

“Lucy ordered a coffee, but when it arrived, she didn’t touch it.” “I’m so sorry, Carmen,” she said in a weak voice. I didn’t react. I looked out the window where the traffic continued to flow, and then I looked back at her.

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