I Thought My Husband’s Tattoo Was Just a Random Woman Until I Met Her in Real Life

be back.”

“Elsie.”

The bakery manager recognized me. I left my phone number and a brief note asking Sloane to call if she wanted to talk. Honestly, I expected nothing.

An hour later, my phone rang.

Before I knew it, I was sitting across from Sloane in a small park two blocks away. She looked nervous. I understood why.

“Ryan told you.”

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