“It’s your fault,” my husband says to me. “You brought her into our home yourself. And men are naturally polygamous.”
“I’m filing for divorce,” I say firmly. “I’ve decided everything. Traitors aren’t forgiven!”
“And what will you live on?” he sneers.
“All the money is mine.”
“I’ll find a job,” I reply, dragging our suitcase out of our apartment. A nasty little chuckle flies at my back.
I thought my life had fallen apart when I caught my husband with my sister. But I was wrong. It collapsed when I got a job with the person I once loved more than anything.
Only he considers me a traitor and is hungry for revenge.