REINA

The moment the words left his mouth, they hit me like a punch to the stomach.

“I’d love for you to divorce my son.”

For a second I couldn’t breathe. Not from shock but from something more uglier.

I felt cheap. I felt dirty.

I felt like the exact thing people called women like me behind closed doors.

A whore.

A homewrecker.

A... nothing.

My mouth went dry. My chest tightened so hard I thought I was going to choke on air. The shame came fast, burning its way up my throat.

I stared at him, unable to even blink. My voice didn’t work. My tongue felt thick. My...