My Husband Never Forgot His First Love

On our first wedding anniversary, my husband, Julian Carter, was two hours late.

I noticed a prominent, dark red stain on his collar. It wasn’t wine. It was cheap chili sauce.

I knew immediately. The woman he had been obsessed with for years was back.

Faced with my cold, questioning gaze, Julian ripped off his tie in frustration.

"Audrey, I know exactly what you’re going to say. Can’t you just let me breathe for once?!"

I slowly took off my wedding ring and placed it on the table. If he wanted to breathe, I was about to give him all the space in the world.

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