Two months she had spent hiding from the truth that she was now alone. Her husband Vince had already moved on, on top of his secretary Elise, that is. Paisley sat alone at her kitchen table, one of the only things left in her empty home after he took all of his belongings to her place. “What in the world am I supposed to do now?” she asked her cat Major, as he rubbed against her legs. She had met Vince when they were in the tenth grade. They had been high school sweethearts and then college roomies. On graduation night, he popped the big question, going down on one knee, asking her to spend the rest of her life with him. She said yes, of course. He was everything a girl could wish for, sweet and charming, and had always treated her like a princess. But when he started staying late at the office and coming home smelling like perfume that wasn’t hers, she knew something was up. She regretted spending so much time in front of her computer, pursuing her career as a writer, and not living out the romantic scenes that she wrote about.
