The Scorned Wife's Masterplan

went to Ethan's of

e finger to the sky. I walked through the lobby, the security guard

top floor. His executive assistant,

stammered. "He's

said, walk

the glass wall of

ere th

her hair, their bodies pressed together in a way he had never, not once, touc

saw her laugh, throwing her head back. Then I

aid in my office. "The one he doesn'

in my own life. I could read their lips

ur through the thick glass, c

'joke' promise... celibate in

jo

is "trauma," my quiet acceptance of a pas

smiles from their wives. The way Mark could never quite meet my eyes. It a

n. My movements were calm, measured.

d picked up from my lawyer on M

levator, the doors to

voice full of the fake war

concern. "Honey, what are you doing here

d. His lips brushed my cheek. It fel

op something off," I

look pale," he said

lled

I said. "I

tton for the lobby, not looking back. I saw his confused face