Mistress #100 Was the Last Straw
On our tenth wedding anniversary, my husband, Jaxon Wilde, walks through the door with his hundredth new mistress.
From my neck, he snaps the necklace that was once our token of love and fastens it around hers.
Amid the guests' jeers and mocking laughter, the lady tugs timidly at my gown and murmurs, "Mr. Wilde wants me to wear this dress tonight, Scarlett."
It was a dress altered from my wedding gown ten years ago, and I wore it tonight like a fool, hoping he might remember.
But now, he wants to strip his wife bare in public and give it to his mistress on the wedding anniversary.
Under the weight of everyone's sneers, I look up at him and give him a genuine smile for the first time in a decade.
"Let's get divorced, Jaxon."