Wearing an Emerald Green Dress on My Birthday Cost Me My Husband

expected the word to ever come out of me.

He adjusted his collar one last time, his fingers clumsy against the blue silk of his tie.

“Fine,” he said, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “Enjoy your little drama.”

He turned and walked toward the exit, his strides long and angry as he passed the hostess desk without looking back.continue reading …