My Husband of Seven Years Says I’m His Ex-Wife
When my husband, Kevin, and I were at our favorite exclusive restaurant, he ordered a T-bone steak and told the waiter with practiced ease, "The usual, and no arugula in the side salad."
I paused, then gently nudged his elbow.
"Honey, did you forget? Arugula is my favorite."
Kevin's body tensed, and he quickly corrected himself.
I even teased him, asking if he was so tired lately that his memory was starting to go.
A week later, I came back to the restaurant alone to unwind, only to overhear the young woman at the next table waving to the waiter with a smile.
"The T-bone again, and no arugula in the salad. Just put it on my husband's tab."
"The account number is 8993."
My knife and f
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