He Brought His Mistress Home—So I Threw The Party He Didn’t Expect

of a door closing on a room I no longer needed to enter.

I folded the letter, placed it in a drawer, and went back to work.

Because the most satisfying part of my story isn’t the party. It isn’t the crimson envelope or the photographs fluttering like confetti or Franco on his knees begging the woman he’d called barren to save him one more time.

The most continue reading …