BLURB "Lexi, I...I can explain," Phillip, my husband,stammered, rushing up to buckle his pants. "Explain?" My voice was dangerously flat, almost inaudible and shaking with rage. "Explain what, exactly? How you decided to cheat on me with my best friend?" Rachel, to my horror, had the audacity to smirk to my face. Gosh! I feel like lounging at her. "Lexi, don't be so dramatic," she purred, stretching lazily like a cat. Dramatic? "How long?" I snapped, stepping closer. "How long has this been going on?" Phillip sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair. "Lexi, listen—" I cut him off. "For how long?" Rachel chuckled, unbothered. "Does it really matter though?" My hands trembled, and I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay in control. I turned to Phillip. "And the money? The money I was saving for my father’s treatment. Did you take it?" He hesitated. Just for a second and that was all the confirmation I needed.