I lay here, alone in my bed. It’s turned midnight and my husband just arrived home from his date with Ms. Heather Williams. She used to be my best friend when we were younger, but now she’s the “other woman.” Or more likely, I’m the other woman. I see him looking in the mirror as he brushes his teeth. He’s watching himself and I wonder what he’s thinking. Is he wishing he was back with her? I know he only stays with me because of my trust fund. There&...