Turns Out I Rented an Apartment to My Husband’s Mistress, and Their Next Date There Was One I’ll Never Forget
I made his breakfast like I always did—coffee hot and strong, omelet with the right amount of cheese, toast cut into triangles like he preferred. The kitchen was quiet, touched by soft morning light that slanted through the blinds, stretching across the table where his chipped navy mug waited like a habit too old to…