My husband thinks I'm boring. He has no idea what I'm capable of.
My husband flinches when I touch him. He undercuts my career in front of our friends, then tells me I'm overreacting when I call him on it. I've spent months wondering what's wrong with me.
Nothing is wrong with me.
Then I discover he's been sleeping with his college girlfriend — the one he swore was ancient history. Months of hotel rooms, explicit texts, and three words he typed about me that I will never forget: boring but stable. All the cracks in our marriage now make sense.
I thought my husband having an affair was the worst thing that could happen to me.
I was wrong.
I'm going to take what's most precious to his mistress. Neither of them will see me coming.
