Divorced, Not Defeated

Synopsis

In our seventh year of marriage, Jeromy Santos cheated on me with the girl he'd always idealized. And me? I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Ten years together, seven of them married—it all came crashing down. On the day we finalized the divorce, he showed up at the city hall with his arm around his first love. The woman stood right in front of me, her eyes—like clear autumn pools—gleaming with barely veiled challenge. She jabbed a finger at my nose and sneered, "You're just a has-been actress now. So what if you stole Jeromy from me for seven years? He's made it big, and look—he's right back by my side. I ought to thank you for all that time; you shelled out the money, the effort, the connections. It's like he got seven years with a high-end escort for free." I raised my hand to slap her. Jeromy immediately scowled and stepped in front of her. "Barbra, that's enough. Don't make me embarrass you in front of everyone. We're divorced now—we're square. From here on out, let's just never cross paths again." I stared at their backs as they walked away, my throat twisting like it was being scraped by a dull blade. Square? The debt you owe me? Oh, we're not done settling that yet.