The day of the charity ball, I wore the dress that Amber had found and a pair of black stilettos. I made myself up with a smokey eye and scarlet lipstick, and my hair cascaded down my back in loose waves. Completing the ensemble was a small black clutch to hold my cell phone and wallet.
As I waited for Scott to arrive to take me to the charity ball, I admired myself in the mirror. I had not looked this good outside of Noah’s and my intimacy nights since we got married. It sent a surge of warmth through my body, and I giggled to myself.
I might have just wanted a straight-up divorce from Noah, but I had to admit that there was a sort of justice to getting him back while I waited out the next month. I would teach him to delay my satisfaction and betray me for another woman. I would not be
