No Longer His Convenient Wife
You expect the ugly comments, and you get plenty of those, but it’s the small things that catch you off guard.
Within forty-eight hours, the memes had spread like wildfire. My face was cropped and pasted next to Eloise’s wedding portraits, captioned with disgusting jokes about "the country girl who didn't know her place."
Someone had even compiled a fake pregnancy timeline, tracing back the dates to "prove" that my baby couldn't belong to anyone but Weston Thayer.
A woman at the farmers market who used to buy peonies from me every Saturday, suddenly finding somewhere else to shop.