My Husband Tried to Kill Me for His Mistress

On the day of the college entrance exam, my daughter and my best friend’s son walked into the school together. Meanwhile, my best friend, Megan Bacon, handed me a freshly tailored green gown.

“Wearing matching gowns is a sign of good luck,” she said with a smile. “Let’s both wear one for a successful start.”

But that so-called “good luck” became my worst nightmare.

Just as we sent the kids off at the school gate, my gown suddenly tore apart in front of the crowd—ripping right down the middle. I was left exposed, humiliated, with no place to hide.