My husband wired me a chunk of money and told me to get out of his life—because his first love was back.
His mother threw a big party to celebrate.
His sister-in-law dragged my suitcases out to the curb like yesterday’s trash.
They all adored his precious first love.
I just let out a low, humorless laugh and called my brother.
“I walked out of the Cole family’s house,” I said. “You can bankrupt them now.”
