The Night I Delivered Condoms to My Ex
Language: en
The rain poured as I rode my scooter with my daughter on the back, delivering a package of condoms. The destination? My ex-husband's house. We'd been divorced for seven years. A woman, barely covered in a flimsy bathrobe, peeked out from behind Julian Hayes. He looked embarrassed, quickly pushing her head back inside. "It's pouring outside, Elara. Camilla couldn't possibly leave in this weather," he mumbled, trying to explain. I ignored him, turning to leave immediately. Julian's face darkened. He called out, "That's it? You have nothing to say?" I simply said, "Don't forget to rate…