I was seventy-three when my husband looked me in the eye and said, “You’re old. You’re sick. I’m leaving you for someone who still matters.” He walked out with a thirty-five-year-old woman on his arm, certain he had destroyed me.part 1

screamed.

I simply smiled.

That smile made Thomas pause.

“What?” he snapped.

“Nothing,” I said. “I was just remembering something.”

“What?”

“The day your father told me you were charming but careless.”

His face darkened. “My father was a bitter old man.”

“No,” I said gently. “He was accurate.”

Brooke rolled her eyes. “Come on, Thomas. She’s trying to scare continue reading …