CHAPTER 1: HE WANTED MY FAT CUNT

PRIYA'S POV

I'm crying in a Nordstrom fitting room at 2pm on a Saturday, and honestly, this feels like rock bottom.

Not actual rock bottom - that was six months ago when I found out my husband was fucking his twenty-three-year-old personal trainer in our bed while I was at soccer practice with the kids.

Or maybe rock bottom was last month when my sixteen-year-old daughter told me I was "embarrassing" for existing in public.

Or maybe it was last week when my fourteen-year-old son asked if I could just drop him off around the corner from the movie theater so his friends...