Replaced By A Mistress: The Wife's Revenge

I went to the City Clerk's office to update my passport, desperate to feel alive again after losing my ability to draw.

Instead, the clerk handed me a reality that killed me.

"Mrs. Crosby," she whispered, her face drained of color. "You aren't married to Bennet. The divorce was finalized three years ago. On October 12th."

The date hit me harder than a physical blow.

October 12th was the day my right hand was crushed.

The day Gianna Skinner, a woman obsessed with my husband, shattered twenty-seven bones in my drawing hand with a marble bust.