I stayed home while my ex-husband married my sister. But when my other sister exposed him mid-toast and drenched them in red paint, I knew I had to see it for myself.
Hi, my name’s Lucy. I’m 32, and up until about a year ago, I thought I had the kind of life most people dream of. A steady job, a cozy house, and a husband who kissed my forehead before work and left little notes in my lunchbox.
