She Was Sitting In My Front-Row Seat Holding My Novel — Smiling Like She Had Stolen My Life

PART 1

He gave my front-row seat to his mistress, and the room went so quiet I heard the crystal in my bracelet click against my wrist.

She sat there with my novel pressed to her silk lap like a trophy, smiling under the ballroom lights while my husband kept one hand on the back of her chair.

I smiled back because my attorneys already had the signatures.continue reading …