Wearing His Mistresss Coat Tonight
Language: en
It was two in the morning when my husband’s mistress called. "Mrs. Lockwood? Harrison got into a brawl over me. The paparazzi are swarming." Her voice was a cocktail of feigned panic and genuine triumph. "You need to come down here. Bring a change of clothes. Fix this." The audacity wasn't new. In the three years Harrison and I had been married, Paige’s brazenness was the third person in our relationship. To the public, I was the shield that deflected every scandal, the grace that smoothed over his hedonism. In private, I had screamed, packed bags, and had breakdowns that left me hollow. I…