The Lipstick Stain on the Spoon

My husband's first love was seriously ill, and every day he secretly took the meals I cooked to her, treating me like his personal, unpaid maid.

When our son found out, he didn't side with me. Instead, he helped my husband hide it, and even accused me of having a dirty mind and being petty.

The father and son were in cahoots, playing me for a fool.

I watched them with cold eyes, deciding to finally get rid of both of those jerks.

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The moment Mark walked through the door, he ordered our son, Liam, to wash the dirty lunchbox he’d used for lunch.