I was married to my husband for six
years and his lover asked me for a
divorce
Chapter One
Mark and I were married for six years.
Then he got himself a little songbird.
She was pretty, sure.
The type that shrunk back if you raised your
voice.
So, of course, Mark never yelled at her.
But this little bird got bold.
She came chirping to my front door.
That’s when Mark lost it.
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He read her the riot act, good and proper.
The next day, she sent me a picture.
It was her neck, covered in hickeys.
“Oh, honey,” the caption read.
“Mark can be so rough, I’m scared.”
I stared at that picture for a long time.
Yesterday, some girl named Brittany showed up
at my office.
She said she was Mark’s girlfriend.
She wanted me to step aside.
My first thought was, “Huh?”
The second was, “Mark’s cheating on me.”
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Brittany had this bright–eyed, spoiled brat air
about her.
I was still trying to process everything.
Then she threw a cup of lukewarm coffee all
over me.
“Hello? Are you even listening? I’m telling you to
divorce Mark. I’m going to marry him.”
The brown liquid stained my new white dress.
My face was a mess.
I probably looked like a drowned rat.
Brittany wasn’t done.
She rubbed her stomach, like she was trying to
get attention.
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8:10
“I’m pregnant.”
“I want my baby to have a name.”
“Otherwise, I wouldn’t be bothering you.”
“I know you and Mark are childhood
sweethearts. You’ve been married for six
years.”
“But you’ve been together too long.”
“Mark only sees you as family, not a wife.”
“Be smart.”
“Leave him on your own.”
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“I might be able to convince him to give you a
nice little settlement.”
“Otherwise, don’t blame me when he kicks you
to the curb.”
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Mark kicking *me* to the curb?
I laughed.
Brittany pointed at me.
She called me a psycho.
She wanted to know what was so funny.
I looked her right in the eye.
She had this innocent, porcelain doll face.
But there wasn’t much going on behind it.
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“Honey, does Mark know you’re here?” I asked
her.
