Gulping, I step back and assess the situation. The facts are thus:
For at least fourteen months, my husband has been sleeping with my sister.
They typically booked rooms at the same hotel, the Marriott by the Brooklyn Bridge.
They went to one the night we buried my father.
They wrote jokes about my body the whole time. He wrote as many of them as she did.
At some point along the way, someone whom I assume to be Connor forged my name on a loan document for a company named V Haven Holdings, LLC, taking out an unspecified amount of money in my name.
Tonight, I intend to expose both Vivian and Connor for what they’ve done.
I’ve got the stage set at my mom’s house. A big projector screen patiently waiting to broadcast their lies and adultery.
One question remains. In the grand scheme of
