After Divorce, I Married My Ex-Husband's Step-Brother.
She was dress in a white sequin gown with slashes of yellow-gold, a color that reflected the champagne she held in her long fingers.
“Hello, Grandmother,” I greeted as I reached the top of the steps. David stood behind me, not saying anything.
“Are you deaf as well as stupid?” Eleanor sneered. “No matter how much you beg, my son will never take you back, you whore.”
“A whore!?” I echoed, flabbergasted. “Why am I the whore, when I have only ever been a faithful wife? If anyone is a whore here, it’s his new wife.”