Instead of responding to her condescendingly smug 'hello,' I found myself gritting my teeth so hard and trying to maintain some semblance of self-control not to jump the woman who my husband cheated on me with and go all cave woman on her.
I thought after all these years I'd moved on, but staring at her, all the pain I'd buried so far down came flooding back.
I found myself wondering if she and my ex-husband were still a thing, and as quickly as I realised what I was doing, I shut down that thought immediately.
No, I couldn't let her get to me; I couldn't let her think she'd won. She could have Ryan for all I care; I didn't care then; why should I care now?
“Hello Kathryn,” I said, my tone dripping with malice. I couldn't be bothered to mask the fact that I despised her with every fibr
