His 99 Mistresses, My Final Goodbye
Language: en
In the seven years I was married to Julian Vance, he kept ninety-nine mistresses on the side. Everyone was waiting for him to demand a divorce. Even me. Then, on our wedding anniversary, after standing me up once again, he sent me a draft of a divorce agreement. I didn't cry. I didn't make a scene. I just opened the file and texted back: *Received.* A week later, Julian walked into the house with his new little secretary on his arm. The girl burst into tears right away, sobbing out an apology: "I'm so sorry, Nora. I was just messing around. I took Mr. Vance's phone as a joke." "He doesn't…