After handling all my mom's funeral arrangements alone, I sat in my car, pulled up Andy's campaign live stream, and started watching.
Just like I'd predicted, the videos of his 99 affairs blared openly across every big screen.
Not a single question the reporters shouted at him could he answer.
He stuck to his same old script, spouting polished, empty political nonsense like always.
Not once did he dare admit to any of those secret trysts with his little lovers.
But what I still couldn't wrap my head around was how he could act so casual around me, even tell me every sordid detail like it was nothing?
I guess he stopped loving me a long time ago, didn't he?
Now that Andy had lost the presidential election, his father would almost certainly strip him of his inheritance.
I'd given hi
