He Left Our Kids and Me for His Mistress. Three Years Later, I Finally Found My Closure

though.”

The words hit me harder than a slap.

“Excuse me?” I managed, my voice barely holding together.

Stan sighed, as if I were the inconvenience in the room. “Lauren, we need to talk. This is Miranda. And I want a divorce.”

The room seemed to shrink around us.

“A divorce?” I repeated, the word foreign and hollow. “What about our kids? What about us?continue reading …