My Husband Brought His Mistress in My Dress

She lifted the tiny gold link between two fingers like a prize.

“Thought you’d want all of it.”

I walked to her and kissed her cheek.

Then I turned back to the room.

Back to my husband.

Back to the woman who had eaten soup with me at my own kitchen table and then drugged me in my own bed.

“You wanted my life,” I said to Caroline. “You should’ve built one continue reading …