Luke and I had been together ever since I was 16. He was the first, and only man I'd ever fucked. When I was 20, we got married. By the time I was 25, we lived in a little house with a picket fence, had 2.5 kids, and where the "perfect" couple. That's why I didn't understand the whole Koryn thing. I found her number by accident, really, while washing his work shirts. So, I did what any nosy wife would do. I called it. A woman with a really perky voice answered, and I hung up.
So now, 2 weeks later, Luke's saying he wants a divorce. I was heartbroken, but also hell bent on revenge. I began stalking Koryn, plotting what I could do that would really mess with Luke's head. But when I saw her kissing some girl at her front door one night, it hit me.