The Cost of Betrayal: Invoicing My Ex-Husband and Best Friend
Language: en
The name on the wedding invitation read "Maya." It wasn't forwarded to me by someone else. I saw it in our college alumni Facebook group—someone posted a picture saying they had just received Maya’s wedding invitation. The photo was taken casually, the invitation resting at an angle on a table. Crimson red with gold foil lettering. I saw the groom's name. David. I stared at those two names for a very long time. David. My ex-husband. Maya. My best friend of twenty years. I scrolled up through the chat history. Several people in the group were offering their congratulations. Someone asked,…