My Husband Chose His Mistress And My Family Closed The Door On Me And My Children

“No,” I said.

Ethan stared out the window at it as we idled at the corner. “Are you still mad?”

I thought about that honestly before answering. “Yes,” I said. “But not the way I used to be.”

“What changed?” Lily asked.

I kept both hands wrapped around the steering wheel. “I stopped waiting for people to become who they should have been all along.”

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