Chapter 1

He came home from the college reunion, but his underwear was missing.

When I asked him about it, he just yelled at me not to bother him with petty shit.

A second later, a notification popped up on my phone. His old flame had just posted an update.

"Reunited and it feels so good. Time to set off some fireworks."

The photo showed Jenna, wrapped in a fluffy hotel bathrobe, flashing a peace sign.

Behind her, a man stood with his back to the camera, a towel wrapped around his waist, drying his hair. I could see the cross tattoo on the back of his neck.

It was identical to the one my husband, Zeke, had.

Someone commented: "Sparks flying?"

Jenna replied with a winking emoji, adding: "Just like old times."

I liked her reply.

Then I walked over and dumped the hangover remedy I’d prepared for him into the trash.

I went back to our bedroom, hugged my son, and pulled out my phone to find a lawyer to draft the divorce papers.