The Replacement Lover
Gloria Fox
The day I was diagnosed with leukemia was the same day I discovered my husband Richard's affair.
His mistress had the audacity to leave evidence on my bed—a torn lace thong, testament to their passionate encounter. Meanwhile, Richard only slept with me for procreation purposes.
"Don't think I'll ever love you," he'd told me coldly. "You're just a baby-making tool I purchased."
For five years, I loved him without an ounce of self-respect left.
When I finally signed the divorce papers, I wal...
His mistress had the audacity to leave evidence on my bed—a torn lace thong, testament to their passionate encounter. Meanwhile, Richard only slept with me for procreation purposes.
"Don't think I'll ever love you," he'd told me coldly. "You're just a baby-making tool I purchased."
For five years, I loved him without an ounce of self-respect left.
When I finally signed the divorce papers, I wal...