His Promise Was Paper-Thin

Summary

After the seventy-eighth time my husband's mistress sent me photos of the two of them together, I posted every one of them online.

The girl cried until her face was ruined, screaming that she had no way to go on living.

A second later, Nathan's call came through. "Take it down."

I didn't.

Ten minutes after that, every social account I owned was logged into from somewhere else in the country.

Posts deleted. Accounts closed. The trending topic pulled.

Start to finish, it took Nathan less than ten minutes.