My Husband Brought His Mistress in My Dress

it into my palm without meeting my eyes.

“The bracelet,” I said.

“I threw it.”

“I know.”

Ethan stepped forward from behind me and opened his hand. The broken bracelet lay across his skin, the snapped clasp bent outward, one missing link gone forever.

Agnes Bellamy, from somewhere behind my shoulder, said, “I kept the little piece in my purse, dear.”

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