Divorcing My Husband After the New Year

When I went home with my husband, David Caldwell, for the New Year, it was like he became a completely different person. The man I thought I knew—the man I married—was gone. He didn’t stand up for me, not once.

It started with Cindy Jackson, his cousin. She’d secretly taken my perfume, but she turned the whole situation around before I could even confront her.

“You’re accusing me of stealing? Seriously?” she spat, her voice dripping with fake indignation.

The kicker?

I hadn’t even said a word yet. But somehow, David thought I was the immature one.