Inside the jacket
I accidentally discovered that my boyfriend of seven years was getting married—and the bride wasn't me.
I didn't cry or make a scene. I just broke up with him.
All because I overheard a conversation between my boyfriend and his best friend:
"You're marrying your mistress. Aren't you afraid Lynn will do something drastic?"
His tone was lazy and unconcerned:
"I'll give Lynn my love and give Charlotte my name. It's perfectly fair. Lynn loves me so much—she won't be able to leave me."
