Rusty Love, Rainy Day

Summary

After I rejected Milo’s divorce proposal for the third time, I did something stupid.

I compiled everything—the chat logs with his assistant, the hotel receipts—into a damning slideshow and blasted it all over the internet. I poured out five years of marital grievances, a testament of my pain written in blood and tears.

Just when I thought I’d finally feel the sweet satisfaction of revenge, the police showed up at my door.

That’s when I learned Milo had reported me for invasion of privacy.

For that, I was about to face the five darkest days of my life in a holding cell.