Friend Stole My Husband, I Divorced & Stepped…

my eyes open, staring at the ceiling.

In my mind, it was no longer the image of Lucy or the words of Mark, just a very clear feeling. It was really over. But ending is not the end.

Tomorrow, I would walk into the company, not as a betrayed wife, but as someone who had to defend what she had built for eight years. And I knew that when that door opened,continue reading …