Arrested by His Side Chick
Language: en
My husband was arrested again. His mistress called the cops on him. When I got the call to post his bail, I found her at the station, draped in one of his dress shirts, the hem barely grazing the tops of her thighs. She jabbed a finger in my face. “You’re pathetic,” she sneered. “Such a washed-up housewife you can’t even keep your own husband on a leash. I’m so sick of him clinging to me.” My husband, Alex, immediately stepped in front of her, a shield against the wife he expected to fly into a rage. He shot me a look of pure annoyance, bracing himself for the usual scene where I’d try to…