His 99 Mistresses, My Final Goodbye

In the seven years I was married to Julian Vance, he kept ninety-nine mistresses on the side.

Everyone was waiting for him to demand a divorce. Even me.

Then, on our wedding anniversary, after standing me up once again, he sent me a draft of a divorce agreement.

I didn't cry. I didn't make a scene. I just opened the file and texted back: *Received.*

A week later, Julian walked into the house with his new little secretary on his arm.

The girl burst into tears right away, sobbing out an apology:

"I'm so sorry, Nora. I was just messing around. I took Mr. Vance's phone as a joke."