They Called Me “The Whale”-But the Head Cheerleader Chose Me for Prom. Twenty Years Later, Fate Gave Me a Chance to Repay Her

than a wife ever will.”

“Lena,” I began.

“Oh, sweetheart, don’t be sensitive.”

“I’m not being sensitive.”

“You see, Ethan? Your wife gets so worked up.”

Ethan stared at his wine glass.

“Just smile, Avery,” he muttered. “It’s almost over.”

I wanted to throw my napkin at him.

Instead, I excused myself to the restroom and cried into a hand towel for ten minutes.continue reading …