My husband is having an affair. With my best friend.
My BFF tells me I deserve someone who shows up — while she's the reason my husband doesn't show up for me.
He tells me he's traveling for work, but he's ninety minutes away, in the house he bought her with our savings. They're engaged. Planning a nursery. Playing house with my money while I cry and wonder what I did wrong.
I've hired the attorney. I've got the receipts. And tonight, I've invited every person who matters to both of them to a private dinner.
He thinks it's a date night. She thinks I need her shoulder to cry on.
Neither of them knows about the folders at every place setting. Or the divorce papers already signed and waiting.
They built a life behind my back.
I'm going to expose what they've done, and I'm going to make them pay.
