Tears Of The Cheating Husband My Sterile Ex Begs For Mercy

On Valentine's Day, my husband's kept woman delivered a bouquet to my door.

The flowers looked wilted, and tucked between the petals was a greeting card.

It was covered in childish scribbles and sticky, sugary fingerprints.

The woman gasped with exaggerated shock, plastering a fake, mocking apology across her face.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetie. My little boy got carried away with his crayons."

"Then again, maybe you're the one who needs to grow up."

"You barren bitch. Julian and I have had a two-year-old son together, yet you're still clinging to him like a parasite."