My Cheating Husband

Summary

While tidying up, I found the newly bought pack of sanitary pads had been opened.

Without a moment's hesitation, I had my lawyer draft the divorce papers and send them to Alexander Prescott.

His call came almost immediately. "Another tantrum? What's it this time?"

I bit my lip, my voice cold. "A pad is missing from the pack in my drawer."

"Fine. Have it your way," Alexander's voice was a cocktail of anger and impatience. "Just don't come crawling back when you regret it!" The line went dead.

Regret? Never.