I Was Pregnant When My Husband’s Mistress Smashed My Car And Called Me A Homewrecker

I looked out at the street and the ordinary motion of a Thursday morning, people with their coffee and their coats, the trees across the way with their October color.

Three weeks, give or take, until she was here.

There was more ahead: the divorce, the financial case, the trial, the settlement, all of it still to come. None of it was finished. None continue reading …