He Told Her My House Was Already Hers

of it, anyway.

“Then maybe that’s why he’s been having so many papers delivered.”

My stomach pulled tight.

“What papers?”

“FedEx envelopes. Messenger packets. He keeps them in his office safe until you travel.”

I looked toward the ceiling.

Toward the second floor.

Toward my husband in my bed with a woman complaining about my drapes.

And suddenly I didn’t want continue reading …