My husband gave me a scarf I wore daily. I lost it on a bus. I went back. A tailor returned it, saying: “Never wear it again. Slip it under his pillow tonight.” The next morning, I froze when I saw…

Chapter 1: The Cold Touch of Lilac I realized the scarf was gone the moment the biting Seattle wind slashed at my exposed throat. Just a minute ago, by the …

My husband gave me a scarf I wore daily. I lost it on a bus. I went back. A tailor returned it, saying: “Never wear it again. Slip it under his pillow tonight.” The next morning, I froze when I saw… Read More

PART1: I went to the airport only to say goodbye to a friend. I never expected to see my husband there, embracing the woman he insisted was “only a coworker.” As I stepped closer, my heart pounding, I heard him murmur, “Everything is ready. That idiot is about to lose everything.” She laughed and answered, “And she won’t even know it’s coming.” I didn’t cry or confront them. I smiled. Because I had already prepared my own trap.

PART 1 I was at Denver International Airport to see off my best friend, who was flying out for a conference. Coffee in one hand, phone in the other, already …

PART1: I went to the airport only to say goodbye to a friend. I never expected to see my husband there, embracing the woman he insisted was “only a coworker.” As I stepped closer, my heart pounding, I heard him murmur, “Everything is ready. That idiot is about to lose everything.” She laughed and answered, “And she won’t even know it’s coming.” I didn’t cry or confront them. I smiled. Because I had already prepared my own trap. Read More