When My Husband Threw Me Out for His Mistress, I Made One Call. The Lawyer’s Arrival Changed Everything.
The sound of a suitcase hitting a manicured suburban lawn isn’t just a thud. It’s a hollow, final crack that reverberates like a bone breaking, like something irreparable snapping in two. It was my Samsonite, the hard-shell silver one I’d selected for our honeymoon in Italy eight years ago, back when Derek still looked at…