He Made Me Fall to Hide His Affair
Language: en
I remarried Alexander, but this time, I wasn’t the paranoid wreck I used to be. I stopped checking his collars or his phone, and I no longer cared if there were other women. Our relationship felt like it did at the beginning, as if the years of bitterness had been a bad dream. The truth is, I’d been battling ghosts since our first year. The first time, I found lace panties in his car. I stormed into his office, forgetting the stove was on—our first house burned down. The second time, my PI sent photos of him with another woman. The elevator I was in stalled, trapping me for hours. The…