Flour, Sugar, and a Crock of Lies
Arya SuePlot TwistsFeel-Good StoryBiasGirl PowerMarriageCheatingWinning Back the Wife
On our wedding anniversary, I wanted to drive out and buy a cake to celebrate.
But the moment I got into the car, I noticed the driver's seat had been pushed forward.
There were also a few bread crumbs scattered inside.
I called my husband.
"Has anyone been driving my car lately?"
His voice carried unmistakable guilt.
"My cousin borrowed it yesterday for the whole day. Why?"
His cousin was six-foot-three—twice my size. More importantly, he was severely allergic to wheat and avoided pastries like the plague.
I let out a soft laugh, hung up, and drove straight to the bakery my husband had been frequenting lately.
Inside, a sweet-looking girl was chatting and giggling with her coworker.
"So what if I'm short? I have to move the seat all the way forward when I drive, but at least someone spoils me!"
The moment she saw me, her carefree smile vanished, replaced by panic.
I crossed my arms and tilted my head as I looked at her.
Lucas had always told me I was too tall—not quite his preferred type.
Looks like he'd finally found himself a petite little lover.