When I Refused to Pay for Dinner, My Husband Threw Wine in My Face. He Never Expected What I Did Next.
She shook her head.
“He’s your husband.”
I slowly removed my wedding ring and placed it on the table beside the unpaid bill.
“Not for much longer.”
PART 8
By the time I reached the awning, I had stopped shaking enough to notice the cold.
My silk dress clung to my knees.
A valet asked whether I needed my car, and I realized Spencer had the keys because we’d driven together.