MY HUSBAND’S DARK SECRET: THE WOMAN ON HIS SHOULDER WAS NO STRANGER

I was satisfied, but because I was exhausted. I tried to force him to cover it—to trade her for a mountain or a dragon—but there was always a delay. Money was tight, his artist moved away, work was too busy. The excuses piled up until I just gave up.

Then came the bakery. I was standing in line when a woman turned around. My breath caught in my throat.continue reading …