When My Husband Pocket-Dialed Me

touching them.

That night, I slept in the guest room.

Not because I had to.

Because our bedroom smelled like him.

The next morning, Lydia came.

I had invited her myself.

My father advised against it. Robert advised strongly against it. But I needed one conversation that did not happen through lawyers or screenshots or recorded calls.

Lydia arrived at 10:03 continue reading …