When My Husband Pocket-Dialed Me

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Her voice dropped. “Mark said he was going to take care of us.”

“With my family’s money.”

“He said it was complicated.”

I laughed softly.

It was not a happy sound.

“You are thirty-six years old, Lydia. You knew exactly what it was.”

She shook her head. “I didn’t know everything.”

“But you knew enough.”

That landed.

Her shoulders sagged.

Then she said the sentence continue reading …