On The Morning After Our Wedding, My Husband Threw A Greasy Dish Towel At My Face

is ordering the wrong flowers. You tried to set me up.”

“It was just paperwork.”

Jessica, who had come with me and until then had stayed very quiet, muttered, “That sentence alone should get him jail.”

Gerald put both hands flat on the table.

“Brenda,” he said.

Just that.

Then again, louder.

“Brenda.”

He wasn’t calling for support.

He was done.

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