I had heard that word from strangers, but never from my husband.
Before I could think, I slapped him.
His face twisted with anger.
He slapped me back, grabbed my arm, and shoved me against the wardrobe.
“Try that again, Ella, and see what happens!”
I stared at him in terror.
The man I had loved for six years had just struck me because I asked him to explain his affair.
That night, I cried until my pillow was wet.
And when morning came, I made a decision that would change everything.
I would no longer beg Kelly to love me.
I would no longer allow Nonye to humiliate me.
But before I could decide what to do with my marriage, I needed to understand why my husband had become so desperate to replace me.
Because there was something about his affair that didn’t make sense.
And the answer was hidden in a message I had read on his phone.
