A year after she stole my husband, my former best friend mailed me an invitation to her baby shower. “Come celebrate our little blessing,” she wrote, adding a smiley face. “Sorry you couldn’t give him a son.” I stared at the open envelope on my kitchen counter and let out a soft laugh. “I’ll be there,” I whispered to the empty room. She had no idea what my gift was. And when she unwrapped it in front of everyone, her fairytale would come crashing down.
