Mandy didn’t have much time to lament and whine over her failed marriage in the month that followed the divorce. Between doctors’ appointments for Samantha and fretting about said appointments beforehand, she had close to no time to think about Harrison.
Her cheating husband, who had been a constant in her life for so long, was now but a memory and a haunting dream she sometimes got at night.
She could dismiss the despicable glacier from her thoughts during the day. Come nighttime, however, she wasn’t fully responsible for what her subconscious mind yearned for.
She both hated and loved the dreams.
They would often remind her of what she had with him, of the dull life of a trophy wife who loved her husband but whose feelings weren’t reciprocated.
As she woke up that day, after a
