His Promise Was Paper-Thin
After the seventy-eighth time my husband's mistress sent me photos of the two of them together, I posted every one of them online.
The girl cried until her face was ruined, screaming that she had no way to go on living.
A second later, Nathan's call came through. "Take it down."
I didn't.
Ten minutes after that, every social account I owned was logged into from somewhere else in the country.
Posts deleted. Accounts closed. The trending topic pulled.
Start to finish, it took Nathan less than ten minutes.
Three days later he came to me with divorce papers and said, gently, "It's only a trick to keep her quiet. Be good. Play along."
I nodded and signed.
After he left, I changed my pren