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

We have a court date. Thirty days. Rest up.

Thirty days later, I walked into the Franklin County Courthouse. Lauren was waiting outside, clad in a razor sharp charcoal suit, clutching two color coded trial binders. Heart rate, she asked. Steady, I replied. Remember the protocol. Do not editorialize. Let the paper trail hang him.

Ethan sat at the respondent’s continue reading …