Friend Stole My Husband, I Divorced & Stepped…

light that left no room for ambiguity. I sat down, placed my purse on the table, and clasped my hands.

A pitcher of water and two files were already there. I didn’t open them. I just sat there breathing deeply to calm myself.

The door opened. Alex came in first, greeting me with a nod. And behind him was Mark, just the two of them.

No Lucy. I looked at continue reading …