My Husband Ran Away With My Best Friend Until I Canceled Every Card and Changed the Locks

chest was Rachel Brooks, my closest confidante, her collarbone adorned with the delicate sapphire pendant I had purchased for her forty fifth birthday.

I didn’t shatter. I didn’t hurl the phone against the drywall or collapse into a weeping heap on the mattress. At forty five years old, I, Olivia Bennett, operated under a different physiological protocol.continue reading …