He Forgot Our Wedding Anniversary

On our fifth wedding anniversary, my husband Preston brought his mistress Stella home.

He bent down and slipped my pink fuzzy slippers onto Stella's feet, then said to me:

"Nora, go grab the latex pillow from the master bedroom for Stella. She has trouble sleeping in unfamiliar beds."

Anyone watching would've thought they were the married couple, and I was just the maid.

Right in front of me, they walked into the guest bedroom.

Not long after, their muffled moans drifted out.

I let out a cold laugh.

Five minutes later, I dialed a number.