My Husband Had Been Secretly Seeing My Best Friend…

there, waiting.

“You have no idea what you’re doing,” she said.

“I think I do,” I said.

They left.

The paper bag with the wine and the pastries sat on my kitchen table.

I stood at the window and watched Daniel’s car pull out of the driveway and Jess’s Audi follow it down the street.

My heart was beating hard.

There was fear in it. Real fear, not imagined.continue reading …