I am a whore. I am a mindless fuck doll and I am 100% okay with that. Prior to my husband cheating on me last year, I'd only ever been with him and my childhood best friend, Grace. This is my origin story, if you will. This is where it all started, with the email he should never have sent:
"Can't wait to dive into that blonde muff after the meeting today ;) meet in my office"
I'm a brunette.
It was official. That shitheaded slimeball was fucking someone at his office. I had proof. I was gonna take him for everything he had. I played the good little housewife for two weeks after that, giving me enough time to arrange the lawyer and quietly find myself an apartment on the other end of town. Then, one fine June day, one of his "coworkers" invited some of the office over for a pool party and get together. Everything was in order. The papers were ready to be served, my apartment was furnished, and all I had left to do was get some sweet revenge.