After Ten Years He Stole My Heirloom For His Mistress

Summary

It was our tenth anniversary, so I booked an appointment at my salon. A full works kind of appointment.

While settling the bill, I noticed an extra charge on my account history: a perm and color treatment. Judging by the price, it was for someone with hair down to their waist.

I’ve had a pixie cut for the better part of a decade.

I called my husband, Ethan.

“Did you use my card at the salon recently?”

There was a distinct pause on the other end of the line before he chuckled, a sound that was just a little too smooth. “Oh, right.