He Saved Me, Then Destroyed Me

On the third day of the divorce cooling-off period, I ran into my husband's car on the side of the road.

Sitting next to him was the best friend who had been trying to steal my man for five years.

"Jill Dudley, you really need to stop fighting with Jeffrey. He's been making me stay up drinking with him until dawn every night lately. Last night he even fell asleep holding me—and I wasn't wearing anything underneath."

"If things accidentally go too far, don't come after me about it. Take it up with him."