No More Miss Nice Girl

Synopsis

I was known in our circle as the quintessential good woman. After more than ten years with Nathan Shaw, no matter how many girls he fooled around with, I always acted like I didn't notice. But on my birthday, Nathan brought home a college girl he had met in the bedroom we shared as husband and wife. My eyes burned with anger, and tears kept falling. Nathan wiped my tears with his thumb and smiled lazily. He said, "Lynn, you're turning thirty soon. Don't be so childish. "Oh, and when you leave, please close the door for us." At the party, his buddies were all making bets on how long I'd last this time. Nathan idly twirled his glass, looking completely unconcerned. He said, "Lynn's a good girl. She'll come crawling back to me in three days, tops." What Nathan didn't get was that even we, so-called good girls, could play around if we wanted. But when we hit a certain age, it was time to settle down and focus on family.