that business from nothing.
Bread.
Cakes.
Cookies.
One customer at a time.
Vanessa knew exactly how much work I poured into it.
That evening, I told Irvin what I thought.
“She isn’t helpless.”
He frowned.
“What do you mean?”
“She keeps inventing reasons to get you alone.”
He looked surprised.
“You think she’s flirting with me?”
“I know she is.”
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He promised he would stop responding to every little request.
I believed him.
Irvin had never given me a reason not to.
Then Vanessa removed any remaining doubt.
A few days later, she came over while Irvin was at work.
We were sitting at my kitchen table when she took a slow sip of coffee and smiled at me.
“I’m going to take your husband.”
For a second, I thought she was joking.
I laughed once.
She didn’t.
“You should probably start preparing for divorce,” she added. “Men
