I was four months pregnant when my husband's ex-wife walked into our home and started acting like she had never left. I thought the worst moment would be hearing him say she ran his house better than I did. I was wrong.
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Let me start with the plates, because that's where the night really turned.
Claire was lifting them off my dining table while Daniel's wife still had a forkful of lamb halfway to her mouth.
Plates with food on them. People were not done, but she was clearing up anyway. In my house.
But let me back up. Not far, I promise.
That's where the night really turned.
I was four months pregnant. Mark and I had been married seven months.
He was kind, he was thoughtful, and he remembered how I took my tea. He also could not go three days without telling me what Claire used to do.
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