My Cheating Husband
Language: en
While tidying up, I found the newly bought pack of sanitary pads had been opened. Without a moment's hesitation, I had my lawyer draft the divorce papers and send them to Alexander Prescott. His call came almost immediately. "Another tantrum? What's it this time?" I bit my lip, my voice cold. "A pad is missing from the pack in my drawer." "Fine. Have it your way," Alexander's voice was a cocktail of anger and impatience. "Just don't come crawling back when you regret it!" The line went dead. Regret? Never. My only regret was being blind for so long, and allowing the woman who once took the…