He Forgot Our Wedding Anniversary
Language: en
On our fifth wedding anniversary, my husband Preston brought his mistress Stella home. He bent down and slipped my pink fuzzy slippers onto Stella's feet, then said to me: "Nora, go grab the latex pillow from the master bedroom for Stella. She has trouble sleeping in unfamiliar beds." Anyone watching would've thought they were the married couple, and I was just the maid. Right in front of me, they walked into the guest bedroom. Not long after, their muffled moans drifted out. I let out a cold laugh. Five minutes later, I dialed a number. "Mr. Sutton, that divorce agreement I asked you to…