She towered over me, easily more than six feet tall with her incredible red Gucci heels on, and her long tan legs going on for what seemed like years. Her slim yet perfectly curvy body was toned in all the right places as her red thigh length dress accented clearly, and natural blonde waves hung loftily around her shoulders. It was like she walked out of magazine."Um, yeah, I'm Winnie. And you are?" I probably sounded a lot more defensive than I actually felt, her incredible beauty making me feel very inadequate. She smiled a very false looking smile that I didn't like."Macie Desmond. I can see why my husband's been fucking you. You're... cute." Her words were as condescending as humanly possible, but that wasn't what I was hearing at that exact moment. The word 'husband' was ringing in my mind, burning my eardrums and making my stomach turn. Husband? Alex was somebody's husband?"I-I think you're mistaken," was all I could manage to say. I wanted her to be sorely mistake, her to just admit that this was the mean prank of an ex-girlfriend.
