Friend Stole My Husband, I Divorced & Stepped…

separated the four of us, I could clearly hear Lucy’s breathing begin to quicken. The sweet, refined appearance she had tried to maintain had cracked into a small wrinkle next to her eyes. Mark, for his part, sat up straight, his shoulders tense.

His hand, resting on the edge of the table, was no longer drumming, but his index finger moved with an almost continue reading …