The Pushover Wife's Revenge

The year I married Brandon Hayes, his closest buddies placed bets on how long I would last.

Three years went by. Brandon had an endless rotation of side chicks, and I quietly handled all the messy PR for his scandalous hookups. That lasted until his first love returned to the country.

That was when I handed him the divorce papers.

When Brandon cornered me, his eyes rimmed with red, demanding to know if I had ever loved him, I simply laughed.

"It was just a wager, Mr. Hayes. Don't tell me you're a sore loser?"