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

I whispered to myself, looking at the wall. “It is just a dress.”

I stepped into the green silk, pulling it up over my shoulders. The zipper went up easily, the fabric fitting snug against my waist.

I walked out of the bedroom, my heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor.

Damon was coming up the stairs, his tie still loose around his neck. He stopped continue reading …