He Gave My Bedroom to His Ex ,So I Gave Him a Divorce

Ten years of rotating shifts at the mill, and I'd finally been assigned an apartment.

On moving day, my husband, Lester Rowe, walked his childhood sweetheart, Laurel Gilbert, through the door instead. Two suitcases trailed behind her.

"Laurel just got divorced. There's really no room for her at her parents' place, so it works out. She can stay with us."

I went stiff. I stood there looking at the new apartment I'd just finished cleaning, swallowing my anger. "There's only one bedroom. Where exactly do you want Laurel to sleep?"