Kevin had always been the romantic type. When he loved someone, he'd pull out all these sappy gestures.
I used to roll my eyes at them while secretly feeling giddy inside.
I thought I'd be the only woman he'd ever love.
Until one day, bored and cleaning, I found a box hidden at the bottom of his bookshelf.
Inside was a stack of papers.
Over two years, he'd written her five hundred and twenty-one love letters.
The lotus-embroidered panties Adela gave him were her answer to his devotion.
It was like I'd opened Pandora's box. The demons inside devoured my soul in an instant.
That day, the shock sent me into early labor.
Kevin didn't know I'd found their filthy secret. He kept playing the star-crossed lover with Adela—until I exposed them both.
I'd barely finished my postpartum recovery when I stuffed that thick stack of letters into my bag and stormed to his company, ready to unmask them in front of everyone.
But the receptionist said Kevin had taken Adela on a supply run.
A female coworker noticed how pale I looked. Thinking I was just there to drop off documents for my husband, she took pity on me. "I heard Mr. Swanson tell Adela this morning he was taking her to Mariposa Pavilion."