Someone visited me that night.

“Where are you, you little hussy?”

“Who are you and what are you doing in my apartment?!”

“I know the landlord. So you’re the little floozy that Jon knocked up, huh?”

My heart sank. “Who are you?”

“I’m Jon’s wife, of course. But I guess you didn’t know that.”

“You- you’re what?”

“Listen, I certainly don’t have time for this. You’re not the first one I had to deal with, and unfortunately, I fear that you won’t be the last. Jon is weak… I suggest that you go and pack your bags first thing tomorrow and leave town and no one will have to know about this. Or else, I will have to make your life hell.”

“WHO. ARE. YOU?!”

“Someone who won’t let some common tramp destroy her family. I have influence over this town. I know people. I know your bosses at the company you’re working at, I know your landlord, I even know the servers at that tacky restaurant you love to visit. I can destroy you if I want. Just… don’t bother.”

And with that, she turned around and left.